sometimes your arms are too short to box with god

all my haters become taters in the hash brown of success

I’m thinking of Beginning it all

haters will see you rotating the perfect sphere, yet not visually perceive the rotation due to said sphere’s lack of imperfections, and say you cant rotate a sphere

haters will see you parry an incoming attack and say you cant afford a sturdy shield

(no beers in) i could really go for a beer right now

(two beers in) mmmm (slaps my belly) i could use another beer right now

(five beers in) (attacking strangers) (frightened animal backed into a corner) (blood stains the cracks in the pavement) (mothers wait for sons who will never come home) (flags rest still at the bottom of their poles) (the birds are silent and the wind does not blow) (there are no clouds in the sky) (there is no more water in the well)

a warthog is a thog specialized for use in war

Id like to welcome you all to tuesday

must feel good as fuck to curse a prince for being rude to you while you were larping as an old woman for no reason

Like what if it actually is poppin at the Farg tonight