an erotic poem:
leg so hot
hot hot leg
leg so hot u fry an eg
I HAVE WAITED FOR SO LONG TO FIND THIS AGAIN
if u can’t handle me randomly blurting out song lyrics that relate to what u just said then we can’t be friends
those cashiers that let you buy things when you’re missing a few cents deserve to live forever
when you meow at your cat and it doesn’t meow back
the worst feeling about trying to draw is being a mediocre artist. You realize you’re not terrible and family and friends who can’t draw at all tell you all the time how amazing you are, but you, as the artist, have seen what amazing really is and you realize that it isn’t you.
thank you for putting this into words
Imagine 20 or 30 years from now and all of your favorite bands have since broken up or decided to call it quits. You’ve just dropped your kids off at school. You then turn on the radio to some classic rock station. A song begins to play, you know this song from somewhere, and then
"boots n cats, boots n cats, JOSHUA RAMSAYYY"