It’s WAY too soon
Way way way way way way way too soon
According to popular guidance I should be
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.