I weep and convulse before collapsing into a grey gelatinous slurry upon learning that, once again, I must refill the windshield wiper fluid like some sort of leprous hobbit
forgot to post for an entire month I'm built different (worse)
sometimes I feel an Emotion and it's suck's.
My name is Oncoming Traffic and I am what's known colloquially as "balling."
I can feel the crimidine kicking in.
Technically still in time for Halloween.
My computer's bein' a lil bitch, here's some garbage:
Now featuring part two
I ain't got no tongue but that don't mean I can't eat your ass and also the rest of you
I am wafting homosexual mists into your home.
