CBF

[Shoulders?-Stomach!]

Cannat fookin stand naggin'

Would absolutely love to just wreck everything one day, no going back, just wreck everything. Years of love and trust, wait for the situation to reach a head and then just Mick Philpott ragged to fuck. Absolutely clothesline the bawling nag prick* through a plate glass window and set the house on fire and burn myself to death. Egoist Ungoliant burnt and bereft in a charred night lair of domestic terror. Deathly bliss in a coke slag bubble bath of mutilated psychopathy.

I clean as I go along which makes the big cleans easier and shorter and so the prospect is less filled with morbid trepidation. Also its lockdown so all of a sudden menial chores seem diverting.



*_{luckily no-one in my life currently inhabits this role}