SENDING UNANNOUNCED DICK PICS TO YOUR OWN MOTHER SEEMS LIKE THE MOST ENJOYABLE WAY TO HARASS HER

There are moths in my closet.

Giant cocksucker motherfuckers.

Snacking on my shirts.

Like it's cool.

At first I felt sort of sad about it.

But I've accepted the destruction.

Embraced the holes or whatever.

And now it's a game to see what falls completely apart first:

the clothes or me.