Havecore Mug

Havecore is not something tangible that you can see or touch. It will not attend a single lecture or leave its room at all. It is the smug *chef's kiss* gesture made by Sylvia Plath as she cooks her head. It is laughing so much. It is a rough, beautiful, emotional tale about an older Gary. It can be for sex, oh. It is the Most Sticky! It is the letter E, the last letter in 'ecstasy'. It is zero books, zero friends. It is playing Hole. It always fills me. It is the loudest that I can scream. It is a 5 hour philosophy lesson about a plane crash in Nepal. If it were to come up against any particular difficulty at all, it would kill itself. It is about to take a shit. It is the air of casual elegance that possesses you as you lounge in the manner of a Classical aristocrat while a photo is being taken. It is the most mentally unstable person you've ever met. Poggers! It is become drunk, driver of car. It plays county for the Middle East. It is the knowledge bestowed upon my friend by the Egyptian gods in a dream. Like Game of Thrones, it has a queer problem. It might be, tell him no. It is OUR SUPERSTAR STAFF. It is Wayru. It is unironically homophobic. It is not. It has been forgiven by the LGBTQ+ community. When life gives you lemons, you'll always Have the Core. And if nobody got me, I know the Havecore got me.