eyes said “marry me,” stomach said “now”

fast? no. furious? absolutely

tweet me never, feather friend

I save my rage for printer errors and tangled earphones

Insert pacifier to enter sleep mode

Roaring through the glass ceiling

gently sobs in millennial

asked for comfort, got a studio apartment

talent: under construction, batteries not included

guess i’m moisturized for eternity now

he said he was making ‘cloud armor’

someone get this man a gummy!

lawnardo da vinci

can explain quantum theory, forgot my keys

degrees, are you okay? Are you okay, degrees?

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