Can I make it any clearer
me, drinking juice at 1pm: breakfast
me, eating a bag of chips at 4pm: lunch
me, eating a flour tortilla with nothing on it at 10pm: dinner
mom lalonde to rose in a baby voice: here comes the air plane!
Rose in her most fluent English: mother that is a spoon
a conversation I saw at Taco Bell
young son crying: I wish I had a burrito
the mom pointing at the kid’s burrito: son that is a burrito
its 1:42 am and i just heard the unmistakeable sound of someone sprinting down the road wearing flip flops. good luck buddy
killing people with mercy is more powerful and addictive than any sort of drug, absolutely nothing gives me the same power trip as looking soldier 76 into his cold, lifeless visor as i shred through him with my pew-pew gun or solo the foolish tracer who dared attempt to flank me
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