Fuck you tree,
burn in a fireplace birch.
Insecurity burning brightly, best buckle up fuck it, it's all fucked.
We're outta luck, coming back tomorrow when the answers hard to swallow. Rendered useless by this state of immorality. Dropping to your knees in a thank you please. How many more palms must I grease, till I'm finally freed hopelessly from this single minded mind mentality.
