compost:
tired of the internet
outcome:
compost:
vile clamps close upon your hands as your trembling body is sucked below the slimy waves
outcome:
compost:
I hate my life and I want to die! In an angry sort of fuck everything I'm sick of my shoulder hurting fuck you god and all my friends and everythin fun kind of way
outcome:
compost:
I fucking hate that my vegetables are not ripe yet. At least my tomatoes do not have the blight...but I want to eat them and they are just barely turning towards red.
outcome:
Remains of things you killed and ate; things you grew; things that grew in space you're responsible for; things that died in that space; dead things. Everything here was composted at the shit talk compost bin.