Depression 101




My depression is like a work of
forged by my dirty, smelly, little
(actually my pinkie does the entire job, but I am not supposed to tell that to everyone)
on every, fucking, Saturday night.

It’s very annoying and unbelievable, it’s a SHE.
Remarkably beautiful. From one side.
From the other she looks like
an oversized metaphysical SLUT I like to penetrate
(every Sunday morning after my prayer)
with my big, pink, plastic
but very realistic imitation of
PENIS I carry between my eyes.

Oh man it’s so
HARD getting
a prescription for it and
every Monday morning I get my ass
kicked by a skinny, blonde, sexy optician for
unreasonable demands.


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