Crash Pad Dreams/10 Year Old Me/Time Is A Paper Airplane

I took this

Huge hit and I

Daydreamed about

Time being simultaneous and

Parallel ages? Like

Perhaps what I’m doing now

Affects me as a little kid, and how I feel then?

Perhaps time is a piece of paper

You can fold over and over and over again

And perhaps

In the future

I will be rich and famous and dope and

I’ll fly to California and

Crash pad and all these queer superheroes will

Greet me and I’ll be like

Fuck all y’all mainstream idiots —

Make way for indie genius

And then we all smoke

Tons of dope and have an

Orgy or something —

*the paper folds–

I’m now 10 years old*

“FFFFFYFFFFFUUUCCCKKKKKKK

WHY AM I SO

FUCKING HORNY”