I don't know what happened to me. I don't want my old life and job back, I don't want to finish my masters, and I don't want a haircut. I fukken love the feral life. Who knew? #churadern pic.twitter.com/4WG5a2f5S2
— The River of Filth (@Thompso10120230) March 28, 2022
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