-Frodo Lives-

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We woke up to the sound of a little brother hootin’ & hollerin’ at the TV like a fool. With groggy eyes and sniffly noses we pulled out our secret Egg & Battlestar inspired Valentimes cards. We made the smooches and fell back asleep while a pesky feline stuck her head in and out of the window, letting that annoying ball of sun into the room. unexpected and unannounced. that’s what stars and other planetary things do. pop in without a heads up or even a little text saying “hey.popping in. put on britches” We woke up for the second time and consumed the inspirations for our cards and sipped on the coffee. And now the Pickle is out in the world, I’m away from the world and my socks are in that weird stage of being unclean..but still kinda clean. Pre-teen socks. rebels. I have a to-do list, but i’ll probably ignore it and lay on the floor complaining about the muscle I pulled in my back and organizing my corner of treasures for the 50th time. Or i’ll do my little list and wait patiently for the sun to shut up and change my socks. How come when people post some sort of factual thing, other dingfarts feel the need to comment with: “oh this actually really interesting..I studied this..bajksgkjdfkgjadsfsdf fart noise. actually. actually. louder fart noise until my butt falls out and I find that actually interesting as well” I hate that “actually” nonsense, if I put up a picture of a golden raisin, I don’t need your validation about it “actually being cool” I know it’s cool. it’s a fucking raisin. I’m gonna go sew things now, I hope you all get hit by cupids sparrow. or not, if that’s not your thing. maybe drinking bong waters your thing. I don’t know. As the great 7th president once said “is that my glass?”

We woke up to the sound of a little brother hootin’ & hollerin’ at the TV like a fool. With groggy eyes and sniffly noses we pulled out our secret Egg & Battlestar inspired Valentimes cards. We made the smooches and fell back asleep while a pesky feline stuck her head in and out of the window, letting that annoying ball of sun into the room. unexpected and unannounced. that’s what stars and other planetary things do. pop in without a heads up or even a little text saying “hey.popping in. put on britches” We woke up for the second time and consumed the inspirations for our cards and sipped on the coffee. And now the Pickle is out in the world, I’m away from the world and my socks are in that weird stage of being unclean..but still kinda clean. Pre-teen socks. rebels.

I have a to-do list, but i’ll probably ignore it and lay on the floor complaining about the muscle I pulled in my back and organizing my corner of treasures for the 50th time. Or i’ll do my little list and wait patiently for the sun to shut up and change my socks.

How come when people post some sort of factual thing, other dingfarts feel the need to comment with: “oh this actually really interesting..I studied this..bajksgkjdfkgjadsfsdf fart noise. actually. actually. louder fart noise until my butt falls out and I find that actually interesting as well” I hate that “actually” nonsense, if I put up a picture of a golden raisin, I don’t need your validation about it “actually being cool” I know it’s cool. it’s a fucking raisin.

I’m gonna go sew things now, I hope you all get hit by cupids sparrow. or not, if that’s not your thing. maybe drinking bong waters your thing. I don’t know. As the great 7th president once said “is that my glass?”

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  1. thebigbadgeorge said: Funny little bird but he get’s the job done.
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