420 is so close I can almost taste all the bad jokes I’ll have to weed through
Think about a horse sitting down like a dog and tell me that isn’t really funny
no need to imagine
I AM SO HAPPY
Telling the substitute teacher the wrong names: a classic. Telling the substitute teacher you are so old and born again every day, that ten thousand names could never define you, that you’re a shadowed mass swirling forth from jupiter, that your father is time and your mother is death, that you’ll swallow any scream of hers as you grow larger and ever larger: a super classic, king of the school, no homework ever.