To enjoy every second of your life.
I own it.
It’s my life.
You don’t get to enjoy every second of my life.
I own it.
I plucked you out like wild hairs, peeping out from my bikini.
Call it whatever.
You don’t get anything.
I don't write. I create.
To enjoy every second of your life.
I own it.
It’s my life.
You don’t get to enjoy every second of my life.
I own it.
I plucked you out like wild hairs, peeping out from my bikini.
Call it whatever.
You don’t get anything.
You can work from home.
You may find love.
You can sell your soul.
If you have a soul, you can do all of the above.

I read online there are 101 ways to tell someone that they’re a crap friend.
I heard from a friend an apology that they’re a shitty person.
I imagine new people to become acquaintances and real friends – ones that aren’t trash, like the friends around my ends.
I real online there are 101 ways to make an omelette, I try to stay away from the idea of it.
I heard from a friend that people who eat eggs are cruel.
I imagine new rules for the people that set rules.
I read online there are 101 ways to say, ‘I love you.’
I heard from a friend that only one of 101 is often used.
If using was an occupation, 101% of the ignorant population would be hired – Well recorded as volunteers.
Online a web that’s sticky.
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