quit yo’ bellyachin’, ya yellerbellied raccoon. you may not want to hear this about your brother, but you fall down and break your jaw and someone’s there to shove you when you get back up.
i enjoy things. but when i’m bowling without bumpers, my heart doesn’t live in its cage and i can feel my stomach inverting.
our eyelids are heavy right now, but maybe we’ve only been buffering all this time.