Some coons.

GOOSEBUMPS.

3Hunna click clack pow.

Depends on who the person is. Usually the things they might find embarrassing. The softness they have with themselves? Brushing their teeth? Rubbing the eye boogers from they eyes and boogies from their nose, I don’t know.

Showers. I got a showerhead that connects to the tub. So I can spritz myself in the face while I sit and bathe sometimes. Snaps me back into reality and shit. Sit there and just be thinking. It’s fire. Showers be effective enough though. Bath is effective too, just more leisure. More comfort. More soothing. Time-effective? Shower.

Carefully placed breadcrumbs. Probably not. I’m the therapy homie. The funny homie. The poetry homie. The crazy homie who drinks molly water and does not deal in absolutes. My close peoples know enough.

No. I like to be quiet when no one else is around.

Evie. She’s in my profile picture. She’s like... damn. I forgot how old she is. I’ve had her since she was a puppy. She as big as my palm. Well, she was as big as my palm when I got her. Chubby thing. Now she just spoiled from being chubby. She’s like... five, six years old. That’s my ace. And Axel makes two. I just got him, bro.

Sour Patch Kids! Watermelon, bro. The best kind. All the time.

like a ten-foot pole, i wouldn't even touch it with my dick. niggas suck

Mhm!

Yup.

Me and Timbaland, oowaaeee sang a jangle. We so tight, that you get our styles tangled, sway or do-si-do like you loco. 𝐤𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐞 Like, Coko. So-so.

My fault, homie! It’s coming. Hopefully, HOPEFULLY... we can get it right this year. Matt, Syd, me, gangie, all the kyds... just know we cooking. We steady mixing n’ shit. We collaborating. We clearing! We cooking from on the inside. We’re just #not outside. The windows are open! But it’s too hot, on mama’nem.

Fastest in my class.