13 Rules to (hopefully) not die: No heroin (*or fentanyl). Admit a problem with any drug, even if that drug has a hella cute ass or is perfectly legal. There are no rules, except some rulesWe talk about Fight Club and We Talk About BrunoI’m not a possessed noun. I’m a fucking verb.What doesn’t kill you, makes you funnierIf it scares and excites you at the same time, do it ~ AKA Time to Fuck a Blender MomentsMusic is God, literally and figurativelyGod is a verb, tooWherever your time, money, attention go: there’s your god (you just call it addiction to make it seem less crazy). Redirect. Turn that shit into gold.Shut the fuck up, you hear more in silence, anyway.I don’t want to be everyone’s cup of tea, or someone’s shot of whiskey. I’d actually prefer to just be my own dose of reality.Speak softly, but carry Big Dick Energy.Vaginas are not problematic until you give them problems, and problems with just the word Vagina is a big fucking problem. Red flags are important. 🚩 Share this:TweetLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 thoughts on “13 Rules to (hopefully) not die:” Add yours Pingback: When I becomes We, Illness becomes Wellness – Mah Butt Itches Pingback: Sentient Dung Beetles v. Suicide – Mah Butt Itches Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.