insomnia and a steady diet of deformis aeternum
have got me giving myself the finger,
but i'm using it to draw conclusions, allusions, illusions, and robots
all over my whole F*ing face.
you know what's up, neighbors.
i do this thing,
and apparently, i do it a whole lot.
check the stay-ugly-stay-dope-type teleport:
WAAAAAAAAAARIO!!!!!
oh, c'mon.
we agree that too much is the right amount.
so how could i be expected to do anything less?
i don't know what y'all are busy doing with snapchat,
probably taking pictures of your dog,
or movies of your kid,
and hey,
that's cool, too.
i'm over here activating some other other sh!t, though.
yes,
it's always my face.
yes.
i know i'm not exactly improving it.
yes.
i could be doing something else.
the thing of it is-
i've got three kinds of treats in the oven, or in the queue to be baked.
when the temperature inside the hotbox is fired up,
and the food within is being alchemically altered into something expert,
i've got a minute to make the magic happen.
....and i doo-doo that freaky sh!t,
because old and busted is inevitable,
but weird is a choice.
i always choose the weird,
i always choose the wrench,
and i always overdo it all.
that's how wednesday starts in the woodsly goodness;
never quiet, never soft.....
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