and a nervous breakdown in aisle 11
when the doorbell rings and i know it’s the pizza guy
so in writer’s craft our assignment is to write the worst poem we can possibly create
and we’re having a contest and i think i’m going to win
aRE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME I’M GONNA PISS
EVERY FUCKING TIME
This is structured terribly but okay here are some things I am going to tell you a lil bit about:
First of all we will talk about simple rib fractures and the ways that they can present. Mentions of blunt trauma vs. penetrating trauma to the thoracic cavity ftw.
Then we will talk about simple and tension pneumothoraxes, which is when your lungs get involved, and how they present, and what you can do to save the lives of your characters.
This will help you write good.
I’ve always been a fan of Bob Dylan’s Sensual Music
Might I just point out that Mercutio got stabbed in the gut and, instead of seeking medical help, stood up and made a pun about it then died.
It’s hilarious that we live in a society that will shame you for how much sex you have and for the junk food you eat. Like, wow, how dare you eat delicious foods and have orgasms, you’re a monster. Enjoy your miserable life filled with pleasures.