I'm a famous-anonymous // messy-perfectionist.
I'm absolutely-unsure how I got this way.
At this point I'm apathetically-urged to tell you I don't always make sense.
But it's ok 'cause I'm clearly-misunderstood.
At night I day dream about dead-livestock,
I like chewing on plastic-silverware,
I tend to keep things randomly-organized,
and Often enough I debate the only-choice.
So, if you can't under stand my controlled-chaos you might as well go now.
After all staying might be dangerously-safe.
Especially if you're doing-nothing.

This is my more family friendly
for my more offensive posts check out:
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