I sold my soul to Satan because I was drunk and bored.
Hell and brimstone is a nice change from that woman.
The way she nags at me is far sharper than any pitchfork.
It was true misery at first fuck.
Oh and don’t even get her started about trying to have any fun.
She makes me truly envy all the dumb and deaf people.
It’s been twenty years far too long.
A functional routine is a just a necessary evil I suppose.