#i had to write fucking shakespearen sonnet for this tumblr post you guys better reblog

[neonazaleas]

The Devil, a malicious cunt, mummering in my ear attempting to get me to do sins: "Thou is a crooked knave, one bound by foolish desire, the solution is an early grave, to be particoat in hell's fire. But do not worry my child, to balk thine candle is an easy task, you may do it in home or in wild, soon you will bear a funeral mask. A deserving fate for a wench, a spawn of horrible regret, rigor mortis will make thy fist clench, And thou will be free of earthly debt. Cowardly poison are thee, leave this mortal coil and be free."

Me: "Hmm maybe this guy has a point..." My guardian angel, Candace, shouting from the couch: "Nah fuck that then who's going to fuck all those hot people. Also besides the devil like has no fashion look at his Prada it's completely fake."

The devil starts crying, because she's right his Prada is fake they don't have clothing stores in hell. He worked so hard at sewing it and everyone can still tell he's a faker.

Me: "Hmmm maybe this guy doesn't have a point..."