On the day that Puuuutiiin died. We sang bye bye goofy kgb guy. Hope you fell out of that window thinking of me and mine. Them good old boys on the Ukrainian side, well they’re just gonna laugh and cheer as you die.

I hate myself. My brain does this to me all day, in every situation.

A song to feed the pets

A song to feed the brats

A song to see the teller

Or say hi to some feller

I sing when I’m not singing

And I’m singing if I’m thinking

If I’m thinking then I’m singing

And I’m singing while I’m sinking

It’s gotta be mental illness right? Nervous breakdown?

I’ll let you decide. I’m sorry you had to see this.