it’s 4:57am and i’m drinking soda only because i looked at the clock and thought, “i don’t think i’ve ever had soda at this time of day before.” truly i am pushing the envelope of the human experience.
today i was walking down the street and i saw an entire, flawless poppy seed bagel just sitting in the middle of the sidewalk and i just knew every pigeon in new york was having the same feeling like, “why do i feel so out of sorts? what’s up with me today?” what’s up is your bird soul can feel the biggest opportunity of your bird life being missed out on. i crossed the street and saw a pigeon and i felt bad, like it was wrong to somehow not let it know.
i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross