told my doc there was something wrong with me because I couldnt stop thinking about animated sitcoms. she asked me “what are the symptoms?” and i told her homer marge bart maggie lisa
The squirrel has no well-founded reason to run from me, but it does. The robin, too, takes flight if I just amble by. Yet here foolhardy waits the burger, beneath my growing shadow
[driving]
my astigmatism shows me the light of angels in every street lamp and headlight.
*sees your red brake lights ahead of me* but the Devil remains nearby,
*starts to speed up* I am the Sword of God