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It's that wall between you and the world

Where you are—

That sets you apart;

The star of your own show

Covered in sawdust,

—an unpolished tryphophobe,

Hyperboles and hyperbolic chokeholds on the shows you love, the clothes you used to own;

A phone in airplane mode,

No knowing what the code is,

Lol don't tell God you're bored in New York

Oh wow

WOW

W0000W.

Don't tell God you're bored at all.

INFINITI

I'm not amused.

SUPCREE

I know, right.

SUNNI BLŪ

fuck, I'm bored.

SUPACREE's FIRST ANUAL FLEX AWARDS

First Flex, of course goes to SKRILLEX— for showing up in New York unannounced —then leaving me there to die. !. Major flex.

Now that that's out of y question . way.

ARMIIN VAN BUREN— for dropping an album on my birthday. Flex.

KX5 for putting my name in a song. — and spelling it right. Super major flex

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SENZA GLUTEN restaurant

SOL LEWITT

Not so suddenly, I had grown tired of the psychological game that was being played, whether it was in my own mind or otherwise—and had decided to withdraw; I couldn't bother myself m by worrying about things that were entirely out of control-however, by maintaining a distance, by now, I had realized that there's m I paid attention to anything at all, the more in control of it I was—and so I did my best to keep away, and as hard as it it was to not speak with my son, now that he was with my mother and potenrially happier—as speaking to him before he has always sounded sad—and though it was a sad situation in general, the time had passed that I was going to fight my old family on anything, and continue to be fucked over by the same patterns and behaviors they had always used against me, now that I understood very well the rules of power, taking in the lessons I had learned as sacred—as well as myself; not that I was sinless, but after all I had sacrificed, I did seem to emanate something Holy, and though I had to have considered all that had happened some kind of spiritual awakening, I still worshipped my God, no matter how apart from it I felt or was—and I never really was, anyway. Something indeed was strange—and though I considered myself to be in great mental health, consistently dealing with people who were not—ie, the whole of the general public—to be disasterously draining

Hey where you going?

I'll give you a run for your money—

Heres a train ride;

I'll show you.

Take this.

Don't kill me.

You're already dead

Oh my GOD!

Take this watch

What is this!?

Put in on?

Is it Apple—

WHAT!

will it sync with my phone?!

Phones—where we're going, we don't need phones!

OKAY, THAT'S IT. I wanna see this fucking movie!!

Which fucking movie!

I don't care! Just put all the scenes together and call it a complication or something - lol

I love compilations.

Ew, lady, gross.

Who is that.

That's that lady.

*slurps*

Ew!

Yeah, I remember her now.

Fuck.

I hate Manhattan

You know why?!

Dudes in suits.

People in blazers and shit,

Pleated slacks.

Like wtf you go to a dry cleaners?!

Fuck you.

Rich ass motherfuckers.

Cuffling wearing morherfuckers.

The worst part is,

They look delicious.

All of em.

And here I am, in my baggy ass pants, just try