You look like your father,
You talk like the rain,
Hands clinched like a slingshot,
All colors, no grain.
Glass on the floor,
Don’t touch it, its hot!
Each day, same as before,
Whether we’re ready or not.
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I thought Ginger Snaps would be a #musical by now.
That’s pure bathroom stall poetry right there. twitter.com/kumailn/status…
Anytime I see the word “slammed” in a news headline, my respect for that publication dies a little bit.
I feel like my soul is being sapped from my body on a daily basis.
It's fine; I'm fine.
I had breakfast.
Frank Ocean’s cover of Moon River—absolutely lovely. Text it to your kids immediately. #NewMusic #educate
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