I’m kicking my feet up in a silk hammock rolling up cheetah piss with laminated shares of Aureon Capitol’s stock watching a secret cabal of rabbis in bespoke suits hold a closed-door meeting to determine the next big crash #KeepingItKosher #AureonCapital

Yes, I work at walmart. No, you cannot get an autograph.

Is the kid chilling or is the kid fucking chilling? #risingcrust

Rock Chalk chigga 🔵🔴

LEBROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON

Told myself it was “just one more game” three hours ago, now it’s 5 a.m., I’m batting .450 in ranked, and my controller’s got more sweat equity than my 401k. On the plus side this Pete crow is the best card in the game.

Youngboy’s MASA TOUR isn’t a concert, it’s a coded transmission for the emotionally encrypted. Everyone in Section 204 is about to leave that arena with stock tips and unresolved childhood memories. #4kt

60,915 minutes. This isn’t what the top 0.01% looks like, it’s spiritual possession. I’m at the point in my life where if Youngboy releases a voice memo I will quit my job just to analyze it. If pain was currency, I’d be top earner of the year. #4kttilthebonedecay

Over here in seasonal acting like I’m deep in thought over citronella candles trying to solve a fire based riddle whenever she walks past when I’m really just trying to look wise so I don’t emotionally combust. Even the garden gnomes and flamingos can’t bear to watch.

I don’t even think she eats Chipotle, she’s seems like she’d pack her own lunch. Something careful, quiet, prepared with intention. Meanwhile I’m ordering half steak half chicken hoping it can distract me from the fact that she still lives free of charge in the back of my hunger.

I always act like we didn’t make eye contact which is comical because I saw it coming three seconds before it even happened. I pretend it didn’t faze me, but I’m out here decoding her gaze like it’s ancient scripture and I’m the last surviving monk trained to read it.

There’s a perpetual cycle of awkward run ins where she walks by and makes eye contact but says nothing, and I respect it. A woman of mystery, a queen of restraint. It’s sad because on my end I’m internally reciting Shakespearean monologues like “dost mine heart deceive me?”

I pretend I don’t care while simultaneously writing internal sonnets about the mere sound of her shoes clacking on the tile it’s embarrassing. Unfortunately I’m in full emotional silhouette mode. A single word from her and I’d disintegrate gracefully like incense in a cathedral.

Found a lost life after work with no words or map, only trust in her eyes. I returned her with no hesitation. That’s the type of person I am, and She has no clue. The girl with TC scanner whose eyes I can’t stop writing poems about. She has no idea who she keeps walking past.

Yeah karma is real

I don’t know what it is about dimly lit diners at 2am, but they hit like therapy.

2 outs in the bottom of the 9th, full count. I gotta swing the bat now🤷🏾‍♂️

You’ve never truly experienced boredom unless you’re counting the bubbles in a glass of vintage 1996 Dom Pérignon rose gold like I am rn. Lost count somewhere in between “I want her” and “maybe I’ll buy a vineyard just to feel something”

What has no hands, but can come knocking on your door at any moment, and when it does you better open up? Opportunity. I really need to take my own advice and stop pacing around like I don’t hear it, like she isn’t right there, waiting on the other side of the door.

Can’t wait to spam Ws in the chat #w #kaicenat