Aug
21
How does it feel, huh? And by “it,” I mean sitting in your pristine park and dying young and single. Huh? Speak up, you sad sexy fuck. Unbuttoning your shirt won’t save you. Even holstering your piece in your palm will not suffice to broadcast your virility to that phantom other who stands as your solitary lifeboat across the chasm. I hate you, short-lived sexy single man.
