Tuesday, 6:45 am
Twitter is a waste.
No one cares that much about you.
They might act like they do, so they can stop living their own life.
Any other reason is just rain on the garage.
My sister decided to paint a picture instead.
Now, that's amazing.
I order you to follow suit.
shalom.
p.s. **DISCLAIMER**Are you contemplating what, "rain on the garage," means? I just made it up. Well, I didn't make up rain or the fact that rain sometimes falls on a garage, but I just pulled that phrase out of my butt (not literally). I guess I was just thinking about incessant pitter-patter on a place that was invented to prevent that pitter-patter getting on anything valuable. It's kind of like listening to something/someone only because something device was invented. It's definitely a oxymoron-like idiom that I just invented, so you should use it in your next conversation. Please. It would really boost my self-esteem.
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