Room For Improvement,.

More faith than a synagogue

Third person dialogue

Surrounded by the fog to distract him from reality

But its in the fog where he finds himself thinking of it plentifully

My bosses are old. They’re an elderly couple. And while in old age they run a Snow
Cone stand every summer. They hear summer stories of beach experiences, family
blessings as well as misfortunes, of adolescent mishap, from these strangers. These
strangers that through out the years have become family. Family to a couple with no
children and consecutively diminishing family members. Through them I resonate the
spirit of summer. To others its a time of ecstatic chaos and elation. To them its three
more months of reassuring fulfillment of life, three more months with the people who
are their last connection with the world. 

They say drown your sorrows I suffocate mines.

I like watching old music videos that I would watch when I was younger and seeing how I actually know what the artist were talking about now. Or is it just a change in interpretation? 

I like hipsters because not liking them is too mainstream.

So many aspirations, so little time.

I followed the illuminati on twitter and they STILL wont send a nigga an application.

Damn, I’m writing again.

Why does my mom always shut down the computer after she uses it ?

The way my cousin prince eats makes it feel like the food tastes way better than it actually is. Like why am I not having this much enjoyment w/ my nutrition.

People who say life is short are the ones who never took a chance towards conquering their dreams.

I remember the first time I google searched blue waffle. I didnt jack off for a good 2 months.