I’m too drunk to finish this fuck right now. I’m half way finishing my bottle, almost the end of me being conscious.

Hold on sweetheart, we can make through. If you can’t, take me. I’m all yours.

Ok update. I’m sober now and I’m losing inspiration on this piece really. Rip soon.



Thanks for the trust.


Haiku #1

Peanut butter jelly

Buttered toast

Unflattering sound of stomach

Guys if you’re going to send me a haiku make sure you’re not set to anon. 1 more haiku and I’m done for today. Hurry while this is free :)

Okay. Here’s a piece done for anon when I held this crazy haiku thing.

Crazy how some people would volunteer and trust you in a span of minute… TYFTT :)