That is all.
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
all of them
the ground begins to rumble and 3 billion boys pour in over the hills in an huge boy tsunami, eclipsing the sun, destroying everything in their path.
the entire city is razed to the ground. The screams of boys being crushed to death among the fray combines into a deafening roar of suffering.
I stare at my milkshake with hollow, haunted eyes. What have I done.
sometimes i feel sad then i remember isaac newton’s hair
he may have discovered gravity but that luxurious flowing mane sure hasnt damn son
i am laughing so hard i woke up my parents