My Faths Are Quieter Now, but They're Worse for You

Every morning i wake up to a new leak on this ship. Toe doesn't even have to make sense any more. Body's falling apart already. 31, body's given on a fuck and ghost man crumbling into a disgusting paste. My young farts were loud and ostentatious, but ultimately kind on the nose. They weren't interested in hurting anyone. Now my tharts are revolting, absolutely disgusting. I lay one rip and net fliks to blary for a bit. You know, get the squares stream. Bill wang, billy, billy wanway omly onne flik."