This is what true freedom feels like. Other people's opinions mean nothing to me ever since I tripped on twelve grams of shrooms at my grandma's funeral. Saw Jesus's butthole; it's literally perfect in size, shape, and elasticity. But, that's neither here nor there because during that trip, I let go of all this tension I harbored over wanting to be liked by everyone. Well, my doctor says I had a ministroke, but I know what it feels like to be liberated from the judgment of fools. Now no one's shitty opinion bothers me. I just write my incest dismemberment erotica series by the page and it doesn't even matter when someone gets up in my grill and tells me that I'm most definitely on some list and that I'm the most demented motherfucker since Ed Kemper. It's peaceful on the other side. Everybody needs to know this wonderful sense of bliss, but honestly I don't care because fuck em, am I right?