one fears consequences, one is consequence

one smile, my armor melted instantly

alone: powered by pajamas

the maybes that bind us

don’t fight monsters…roast them!

i eat out less, and live more dangerously

all gas, no destination

welcome to anxiety’s greatest hits, track one: did i lock it tho?

the human body was not meant for this combo

memory with a little kick

it’s not lying, it’s culinary branding

She read the vibe, and ate it.

They’re planning something. And it’s personal.

The Floating Baby Knows What You Did

Mudslide Mocha

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