"You're incomparable, like a......"
- Bo Burnham, in his book of poems titled "Egghead"
- Bo Burnham, in his book of poems titled "Egghead"
I do weird shit, bro. I never thought about it til now but I liked to do things on impulse, like today, over the last few months, I've developed a neat habit of walking my guests to their means of transportation, whether that be by car or bus and today, when a mate of mine hopped in his car, I wondered what it was like to have my foot ran over by his tyre as he drove away. Fucking strange, right ? Just at the last moment, I pulled my foot away thinking "what the fucking fuck is wrong with you, a fucking 3 year old could tell you that shit would hurt you dumb piece of ass fluid." and so I walked back into my room and started lecturing myself. This isn't the first time, too. I often wonder what it'd be like to hang off a cliff by your hands and pull yourself up again whenever I'm around one and I'm starting to think that you know, that's not such a good idea but at the same time, I should be grateful to be able to literally do whatever the fuck I want, everyone should. People are strange.
Bummed with Andy all day pretty much. Also scored a lamp for my room and a 2 meter long katana, I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating that but when I say it's like, 2 meters, I shit you not, it's taller than me by like a foot, it's really pointless to have but I'll be dammed if it doesn't turn any heads.
"I wondered what it was like to have my foot ran over by his tyre as he drove away"... HAHAHA. You're an oddly cool one.
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