the own zone layer

all my haters become satyrs when i gallop through the woodland of success

all my haters become gators when I travel through the bayou of success

i have a bad habit of going WE SLIDIN to myself and anyone in the car when i slide on ice or hydroplane a little bit even though it’s terrifying i never lose that jester’s spirit

branston the eyrie you are a bold one

garfield if he was an aisha

sopping. out of my lane. disoriented. milk down my face.

when someone tells a joke so funny you strip naked and pay them

Me if jumping and popping was illegal

oatmeal cookie haters can’t touch me. i understand things about this world you never will

she yank on it till i die

A childhood journal

English added by me :)

happy last day of pride to them

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cooooool

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