... why
I'm honestly not sure how to feel about this chaotic mess. Part of me wants to punch my eyes in. Part of me wants to grin and go make popcorn. Yet I sit here now, with this mildly tired look on my face, unable to do little more than consider how I feel about that. It's just not right. I don't mean the video. Still debating that. But the fact I don't know what to say or feel in response. You've fully disturbed me in a way most entertaining. Yet I don't know if that's good.
you get the point. your turn to figure out this shit.