Cutting Onions
|Завтра Брошу undspɹʍʞq| AKA: Lipa1976, Transgender Pansexual Demigod, DiggerNick88, Beesyrup, GameFame123


Listen you son of a bitch, what the fuck's your problem? You wanna sit here and say that I'm a god damn fuckin Russian? You get in my face with that I'll beat your god damn ass you son of a bitch. You piece of shit, you fuckin god damn fucker. Listen fuckhead, you have fuckin crossed the line, get that through your god damn fuckin head. Stop pushin your shit, you're the people who have fucked this country over and gangraped the shit out of it and lost an election, so stop shooting your mouth off and claiming that I'm the enemy. You got that you son of a bitch? Fill your hand, sorry but I'm done. You start callin me a foreign agent, those are fuckin fightin words, excuse me.

On the highest floor in a expensive Hotel, Staring out the window. I see vehicles running through the streets, a woman lays asleep in the bed behind me, she could mean nothing to me, or she could mean the world to me.
Buildings glowing in the distance, the ever illuminating skyline, and the stars lighting up the night, forever accompanied by the Moon, as I reflect on my life. Is it full of meaning? Or is it empty as ever?