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>>161444 Yeah that's a pretty intense story as well if i subtract all the uneasiness in your voice and add in a few FUCKS and FUCKINGS. Here, i rewrote the shit for you:
You think the fucking peaceful forests of virginia are a good place to bike? I live in fucking SIN CITY and I bike through the motherfucking SEWER. Like a ninja i ride, yet I am truly alone and the only one of my kind. No one in my immediate area could understand the night as well as i do. I cover myself with the night, and I AM the fucking night. I shit night and i eat night sandwhiches even though that might mean that i eat shit or i shit food i can't figure it out right now, let's start a new paragraph.
I don't even bike for any standard reason that you fucktards could understand. You can't imagine wading through so much of other people's filth that you need to fucking go into the darkness and the sewers just to get away from it all. Since the elevation is so high here i get awesome views and drunk off of thin oxygen. Sometimes I just go fucknuts and renegade on the local scum, atleast i think i do it's hard to remember shit after operating without life giving oxygen. I don't even need to lose weight I only read /fit/ because i monitor a hundred different websites. Like batman who, by the by, i'm meeting in the sewers in ten minutes I gotta go.
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