Is there an app for that?
They taught me
Practice makes perfect
No practice makes permanent
The kids are permanently fried
Practiced acid
And claimed it a religion
Next day couldn’t give a shit
Indigestion
Upset stomach
Word diarrhea
Hey pep
up your step
They said
Society jalapeño business
Sell you spicy nonsense
You think I got it made?
Got a maid?
I have no money
Man Don’t push me
Cause I’m close to the edge
Need more lemon pledge
No no
Superman not here right now
Mass media killed the small town
Real fact once laughed at:
The Earth isn’t flat it’s round
But a photoshopped kitty cat
Live TV twitter chat
That’s where the world is at
Lost my mind
Where I lost my map
Do they have an app for that
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speckofhuman
It's a small world, and I'm an even smaller speck of human. These are my small thoughts. Pixie. ENFP. Constantly mentally and spiritually famished.
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