Baby Happy Birthday to my Significant Otter



Many years ago today something grew
inside of your mother...
That thing was you

YOU

YOU YOU YOU YOU

Did she scream did she cry
Only those that are born are the ones that
Get to die

One more year closer to dying
Rotting organs ripping grinding
Biological discordance
Birthday equals self abhorrence

Years keep passing aging always
Mutate into vapid slugs
Doctor gives a new perscription
Bullet in a fucking gun

One more year closer to dying
Plastic surgeons fuel the lying
You forget why you came in here
Your mind rots with every New Year

RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life

Happy Birthday
You're gonna die

Now you're old and full of hatred
Take a pill to masturbatred
Children point to you and scream
Because they will become that thing

One more year of further suffering
There's no point of fucking bluffing
Open up your DETHDAY present
It's a box of fucking nothing

RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life

DIE DIE
DETHDAY
BIRTHDAY
DETHDAY
DIE DIE
DETHDAY
BIRTHDAY
DETHDAY

RSVP PLEASE
For the DETH of thee
You have little time
And you're running out of life

Happy Birthday
You're gonna die
 
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Happy birthday Hag!!!!

Love you to pieces! Literally I can chop you up into bite size chunks of little aprils and love you more than evaaaar

Ok. This is weird

Happy birthday you judgy fat cat hair covered lazy useless wife.

Have a wonderful day.

God bless you
 
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Happy birthday Hag!!!!

Love you to pieces! Literally I can chop you up into bite size chunks of little aprils and love you more than evaaaar

Ok. This is weird

Happy birthday you judgy fat cat hair covered lazy useless wife.

Have a wonderful day.

God bless you
I loved this post until the last line. Way to creep me out!
 
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I loved this post until the last line. Way to creep me out!

the lord works in mysterious waaaaaays

MAN: It's nothing to do with me, I am not involved with people. The Lord knows I am not a cruel man.

ZARNIWOOP: Ah! You say . . . the Lord! You believe in . . .

MAN: My cat. I call him the Lord. I am kind to him.

ZARNIWOOP: All right. How do you know he exists? How do you know he knows you to be kind, or enjoys what you think of as your kindness?

MAN: I don't. I have no idea. It merely pleases me to behave in a certain way to what appears to be a cat. What else do you do? Please I am tired.