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Forever rough fucking days or am I coming to terms with direct misanthropy?

Touristy vibes in my hometown.

Obnoxious, overbearing, overcrowded Walmart families.

Here. There. Everywhere.

Whining while wine-ing it up.

No one asked. Nobody gives a fuck.

A chainsaw spin in the abdomen of tranquility.

Genuine blistering excremental tar.

Human skin toilet paper.

Minimal words exist for this next level chapter of loathing.

Too much waste - too little of tombstones.