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When I’m picking my nose and a mother fucker says “TEEHEE YA LOOKIN FER SOMETHIN IN THERE?!” I’m like… Yes, dickface. A booger. I’m looking for a booger. This god awful tumor of a booger that has plagued my nasal cavity for the last 20 minutes.
S/O 2 Shatice ily booboo
“It’s kinda like my “Born To Run,” except the guy and the girl both have significant pasts and they know that runnin’ won’t do any good.”
I covered a Bruce Springsteen song like 2 years ago. It’s not great, because I recorded the vocals with people in the room and that was awkward. Also, the guitar was slightly out of tune with the keyboard. Also, I don’t know how to actually play the keyboard/piano.
So this happened.
Goddammit, fuck you Tumblr.
Have you ever seen a bright green spider and immediately considered letting it bite you because it looked like it might be radioactive? These are the decisions I’m faced with every day. My curiosity is going to get me killed.
Not sorry. Stomach is in knots. Freaking out. Deleted all of my contacts last week. Text me. I’m mostly nice. hmu. Ask me shit about my life and feet.
So, this morning, I woke up and went to poop. In my sleepy stupor, I forgot to situate my penis so that the urine goes into the toilet. So, naturally, I didn’t quite have my wits about me and I did in fact piss all over my bathroom floor. That’s a pretty good representation of how my life is as of late. So, here’s Cory Branan painting a pretty picture. Night.
“I ain’t transcendent. Nothin’. I’m still down in it. I ain’t free. Ain’t no experiment. Fuck, every tear was ran like a life out of me.”