merhaba ben ishal

me : "why, mr. diarrhea, why? why, why do you do it? why, why get up? why keep fighting? do you believe you're fighting for something, for more than your survival? can you tell me what it is, do you even know? i̇s it freedom or truth, perhaps peace - could it be for love? i̇llusions, mr. diarrhea, vagaries of perception. temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. and all of them as artificial as the matrix itself. although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. you must be able to see it, mr. diarrhea, you must know it by now! you can't win, it's pointless to keep fighting! why, mr. diarrhea, why, why do you persist?"

diarrhea:"because i am son of a bitch"

@4 sıvamış

@3 kabızla biz farklı dünyaların taklarıyız. ben ansızın gelirim o hiç gelmez. ama platonik aşığım kabıza

@3 sıcmıs

@3 seni gibtiği zaman entrimi sileceğim
edit:beyler :(
edit2:kaçtı liseli

ansızın gelen ishal ben. sorularınızı alayım