Damn busy.
It's busy enough to kill a bee.
But if you look at it from a certain angle, it looks like a honey-comb. All wrinkly and gooey and nauseatingly sweet.
Actually, time feels too squashed and if i were superman, i'd kill the clock and i really don know what i'm talking about cos it's definitely the busy-ness and it's as crazy as a sandwitch under a steamroller.
Bon apetit. Send me to Mars on a jet.
It's busy enough to kill a bee.
But if you look at it from a certain angle, it looks like a honey-comb. All wrinkly and gooey and nauseatingly sweet.
Actually, time feels too squashed and if i were superman, i'd kill the clock and i really don know what i'm talking about cos it's definitely the busy-ness and it's as crazy as a sandwitch under a steamroller.
Bon apetit. Send me to Mars on a jet.
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