Keeping up with the motherfuckers

La-La-Lounge spit
C/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/c/confirmed birth
I read more shakes than cereals these days
A-ha
(And now brooke shields is calling him from 1982)

I prefer a pub lunch, says the poet's mistress
You must fear her hate speech, for she was once a pronoun
And now she chooses dresses, by asking them such questions
That they could not conceive of, on account of being dresses

Tony - when I say 'freeway' do you think of the place or the idea
You see, over here in Great Britain we have highways
[Tony, you do understand when we say tomorrow never comes...]
They are different
[...that that is not literally true?]
They have dimensions

I impress the neighbours, says nobody with interests
If you have a garage, it should not have any cars in it
Back when animated meant it took some effort
Not just some cunt on snapchat
Although I've never actually used that