If my grandma had wheels, she would be a bicycle (or Guide to becoming an angry 3rd year student.)

Fall for somebody that's way above your league. Insert head up own ass and spin in circles.
Nuit blanche should help me forget of that feeling of wanting to cut open a person's stomach and washing their faces in their own stomach acids.
I wonder how useful stomach acids can be outside of a person's stomach.
I wonder what would happen if I'm riding a bike and I manage to stall the front wheel only, or if I manage to explode a spraypaint can while holding it.
Well, it's not something that scares me. I just wanna feel something, anything, other than this empty chested feeling I've got.
Mau, mauy mau, you are a mad man.