I acknowledge the sinew that is splitting,
microscopically separating my bones
from rapidly decomposing muscle tissue.
Bury me like a pharaoh
with all of my possessions.
King of a fucking desert that I’ve inherited
through years of calculating and realizing
that the pressure in my head
is nothing more than the weight of my loneliness.
Slip the acetaminophen into my drink
as I place a drug in yours that will
allow you to tolerate my constant regression.
Exhaustion causes all of this.
Existential crisis in a coffee shop bathroom.
I’ll wake up in an ice age.
The super pests are engaged right now
Hahahaha Shaw taking Marchand down. That was great.
And that was the only redeeming part of the entire night. Well, that, and Crawford being a machine, as usual.
Get it together and win Game 4, come on.
Those Jack Daniels honey whiskey commercials are some of the coolest ones I’ve seen in a long time.
Such a great film.