Just Let It Happen.

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a clapping, As of ass cheeks gently clapping, clapping at my chamber door.

“tis a visitor,” i muttered, “dummy thicc, and nothing more”

i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life. 

i consider this a sort of prose poem to be honest

“Yoink” is the opposite of “Yeet”

But it’s just as fast

The Lord yeeteth and the Lord yoinketh away

well there’s my eulogy sorted

You’ve yeed your last haw

people that own chickens are trustworthy

chickens own themselves

you’re completely right and i’m a fool

im a simple girl.. i see book, i buy book, i let book sit on my shelf for months unread

just gobling

a godless heathen potato