skinny nice make up
point to the sky which you own
throw the microphone

whys everyone been asking me what im doing for 420? im like, uh, i dunno going to a seder? i dont get it.

so i’m riding my bike around town early this morning and a few different times i smelled this weird, strange funk emanating from parked cars that were filled with a mysterious thick glowing fog. i was like what is this, ninja turtles day?

anyways i’ve invented a new type of poem where the 1st line is 5 syllables, the 2nd line is 7 syllables, and the last line is 5 syllables again. i call them 575’s.

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