It’s WAY too soon

Way way way way way way way too soon

According to popular guidance I should be

Waiting perhaps

4.5 years

To go on a date.

No. Fucking. Way.

Ain’t gonna happen I ain’t built like that I’ve got an engine running

8 cylinders in me I dunno if it’s just the t or

The breakup but nothing makes me hornier than fucking

Tragedy man. It’s like a dandelion or a

Flowering plant that gone and got

Stressed so it hermies and it

Fucks itself until it makes seeds and dies it literally

Fucks itself to death and that’s what I think

Is happening in my insides whether I’ve got

4.5 years left to wait is kind of irrelevant—

I’m planting a seed this instant.