A shit-stained shirt covered by a Supreme Hoodie,
“Her Dad’s dowry bought us a brand-new jacuzzi!”
Batkween’s offering signed seats for their second sold-out movie.
On these things,
I can just tap screens until the algorithm reviews me.
And that means,
I can kind of just jot down whatever it is that suits me.
I don’t really want to see the new Batman movie. Apple made me wait thirty days to recover my account and somehow a three-and-a-half-hour Batman sounds more tedious.