I feel safe.
I’ll be the Imo this time. You can be the Mont-Blanc.
You were in the bathroom.
My heart is layers of scar.
This place isn’t for me. I’m going home.
You know that I’m no good.
Oh, and gravity might go offline later today. Stay tuned.
Out back is where the toes are.
That’s the way it crumbles, cookie-wise.