I’m a simple guy. I go to McDonald’s for lunch. I use the app to order my food so i can avoid all human contact and so i can get the exclusive daily app deals. Today i got 2 cheeseburgers, a medium fries and a medium diet coke for four dollars and 34 cent, 950 total calories or 0.004568 cents per calorie. You know, nothin fancy, just killin time before i gotta go back to work at the abortion clinic.

Just a basic all american boy. I grew up regular, just like you. Dad was a violent Russian mob junkie. Mom was a cold, unloving, cross eyed whore. We were so poor that a couple times i had to drink Italian dressing for dinner but ya know, it is what it is, gotta break a few eggs if u wanna make a bacon egg and cheese, right?

I had a pretty regular childhood, got into ketamine and LSD when i was 15 and did them every weekend for 6 years. Didn’t do me no harm, i grew up just frine.     

When I eat at McDonald’s i like to get a nice window seat so i can see the beautiful Brooklyn streets for all their glory. It’s pretty cool, usually there’s a few crackheads right outside digging through the gutter for pennies or dirty cigarette butts to smoke. Look, the view aint no Mount Everest but i take what i can get, ‘beggars can’t be choosers’ my grandpa told me on his deathbed as he coughed up blood and shitted all over himself.

Sometimes when I eat lunch at Mickey D’s, which is everyday, i start to feel sad and depressed like. And i can never figure out why. Is it because i only got a medium fries instead of the large? Should i have got a regular coke instead of a diet? They say that artificial sweetener is no good for you but the doctor that administers my chemo never said that i shouldn’t have it and i mean you gotta trust a doctor. They went to school for a long time which means they’re really smart. And when i feel sad like this at McDonald’s not even staring at the other customers can make me feel better. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m no looker, i was born with my ears where my eyes should be and somehow my eyes ended up in my ball sack while my balls are where my ears should be, but that’s OK, I’m fine not bein some hunk Burt Reynolds type of guy. i know who and what i am so it don’t make no real difference for me. But these people at McDonald’s, they got all their eyes, their ears are in the right place. They got the ability to make children and everythin. They really got the whole world in they hands but they still look miserable and if i didn’t actually see them moving around and stuff, then i’d think they were just dead already. And they’re all so fat. And I’m no Arnold Schwarzenigga, i weigh about 250 but i aint got no legs since i lost them to my battle against diabetes, so i got like a really good excuse for not workin out. What’s their excuse? True, half of them are in wheelchairs but the half who aint? Why come they cant just work out? Even i have a Curves gym membership. Anyway, i’m drifting off course now, these cheese-hamburgers are hittin me hard and i gotta shoot up some insulin in the bathroom before i lose another limb or two.   

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Day 60 no sleeping its going ok my concentration is frine the wedding was called off due to AIDS in the pool last real memory something like fisher price babies first overdose on fathers day we burn down the chirches and knock over ancient hebrew gravestones but then the old fat bitch wearing a shower cap on the subway but they cut off my methadon’t but stopped sleeping years ago but seriously.  

Day 039 no blinking the stinking pigs put caution tape everywhere cant even meet my guy on the normal corner had to walk all the way around to fuckin 20th avenue

day 897 no drinking water my asshole dry heaves evrytime i try to take a shit and any remaining water i have left in my body i waste by crying at mcdonalds.  

Day 874 no breathing its going great i feel great large pieces of my skin just fall right off and my eyes are caked with black clouds of exhaust and everytime i cough i lose a tooth, i have enough to make a necklace at this point, itll make for a great family heirloom that i can pass down to the son i’ll never have due to court ordered castration.

Day 983745 no living its fantastic i have so much free time  

with mean attitudes have difference, Will you?

Omnipotence is our all or nothing formula, it’s no small coercing. a published sermon, in fact the difference is to Believe  (he is something) that tonight might right faiths, the latter read accordingly, with this upon a burning Gurney is a God that has wised retard boys. IN our freethinking we are prone upon broken matters like adoption murder schools like the taste of God is certainly somewhat of a mean Guest,

are you Life wasted in our midst?

Some of us were adopted by the Minds themselves! open us all up: begin with my chock-full, however, , some may have owned some while others lay lonesome and unhandsome, as time and blue angels fly by on all birthday occasions we are convinced admitting had us even in distinctions faith;

have will as I or be end.

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i will rule personally by default

the admission is the intention of doing  so. at the proper believing age you either give in completely, minimum to any willingness for adeptation or proposed electric one hit wonderful to wander and then falling

The truths are not the end to the dead.

wherever this goes irrevocably the connection has been finish and To his live wire a tendency of improper relations (not to be as equals appeals to only mahatma ghandi’s) the hypothesis means to be completely as dead for example a proposed individual donates HIV+ blood whilst facing mecca.

live to be An Thinker.

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if A is to live then you are on Z

whether or not it is an act there is possibilities: believe only the one who knows all and is still alive but then also bleeding to death.

at a border crossing in peru a chubby young woman adorned with stretchmarks and an underdeveloped labia was caught attempting to smuggle drugs by stuffing a roll of them in her cunt. those drugs ended up becoming the 44th president of the untied states, mr president barack hussein obama II. lets play the prime time news drinking game every time they twist the reality narrative to suit the advertisers you have to kill yourself. the brain tumor might be cancerous i dunno cant afford the brain scan that i need to get it checked out anyway the less you know the less likely you are to die more or less

Post coital regret is the number one cause of 98% of all shemale prostitutes getting beat up. Post coital regret is usually when i write my best autopsy reports. Shakespeare wrote huck finn after post coital regret. Alien jews built the pyramids after post coital regret. Karl Bischoff designed auschwitz after PCR. The list goes on and on. Shameful, regretful orgasms are a hallmark of modern masculinity, just like building a hotrod or killing gooks and hadjis with your bare hands.

the McDonald’s mating dance ritual is when you go to McDonald’s and like a predator, like a hound toothed sexual predator, you scope out the trashiest, thiccest milf you can find. Once you’ve identified her, approach cautiously and walk around her in a counterclockwise fashion (but always mindful that you’re facing mecca) with your hands on your hips (flamboyant sassy gay black guy). Walk around her in a circle like this for 5 minutes. If she hasn’t called the police yet, go behind her, drop to your knees, grab her hips and shove your face DEEP into her ass. Once your nose is firmly planted near her asshole, proceed to take deep, huge, greedy breaths of air. If she farts on your face while you’re doing this, then congrats! she has accepted you as a suitable mate. Go to the cashier and ask for the Manager, Cedric. For a nominal fee of $666 he will grant you a marriage certificate, full SNAP benefits and one complimentary session at the St. Obama Fertility Center of the People’s Republic of New York.