when I lived with Kyle, we had a shot glass on our bathroom counter we kept there. A small house spider made its home inside of it. Every night before I went to bed I would tell it; Good night Westley, Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely **** you in the morning.

life is like stringy spit.
As soon as you exit the womb, you dangle for as long as you can. Eventually you'll hit that drip mark, losing a part of yourself. Retracting everything you went out for.