Secret Sesh

Had a little mini meltdown. I'm fine.

Eventually my body will stop hurting, but it won't be today.

Sure, birds can fly- but can they dig? No! At least, I don't think so. You know what, if a bird can fly and dig, it's probably not friendly. Trust no one. Fear everything.

Crumbs in the couch, crumbs in my shirt, call me a damn crumb cake (if you dare).

When there's a ghost you need to bust, who you gonna call?

Constantine. I feel like that guy is probably better equipped to handle something like that. Shia Laberdoodle is his friend and that counts for something (and something isn't nothing).

I was afraid to try and spell his last name

In all seriousness- I think I talked into the microphone that wasn't recording. Sorry. Actually, no I'm not. This is an artistic choice, dog. Be cool. Damn, I fucked up.

There isn't always a pot of gold at the ned of the rainbow, but there is always a man with a green hat who has been overserved.

I'm talking about big cans. Mombo jombos.

I don't know what the hell is going on, but it's raining. Rain rain go away, come again another day. I gotta find better shoes.

The waves are ridden. Big shredders. Your face meets mine. We kiss under the beaming glow of Trump tower. We never see each other again. For shame.