I was living in POOR TIMES. My mother would not let me have my movie MONEY.

THE FISH WERE GOING TITS UP, and i had no money for fish food.

So i fed them the way Macgyver would of fed them. Precious bodily fluids.

SO KEEP MOCKING ME, the Franciscan saint, who loved God’s animals and would cry whenever they died.

I’M DONE WITH PSYCHIATRY

FUCK YOU SIGMUND FREUD.