In Kindergarten there was this girl who would always come to the Kindergarten playground and she was in fifth grade and she would always steal my snacks. She said "Oh, I just want one" but she would always eat the whole package. And then she would always rub ranch on my arms because she said it was a moisturizer, but I don't really think that ranch is a moisturizer. I've been awake so long I think my eyeballs are shaking. I don't know. Existence is pain. How much longer must we suffer? Freedom is an illusion and the criminalization of drugs is ruining lives. The justice system is so inherently flawed, it must be thrown into the void and we musn't stare too long. Ranch is not a moisturizer.