Forsaken Potatoe’s
His name is Pol. Pol’s potatoes are forsaken and, obvi, to be. Like duh because his “no west influence” is so fucking gay. He saftens his country side with land mines and forces Diana to get there and show it all. His death fields and his effing friend’s sit around and just wait, no? Like, America would wait around to see a United Vietnam when it’s just so similar to every other internationally involving war. It’s sickening. I read a story. I tied the two. It gets me so mad. Stop bugging me dad. And get into me dad. Not confusing if you’re a part of my life.













