This moon landing anniversary is interminable, and it's only the 40th. I dread July 2019.
"Next!"
The woman in front of me approached the open register with one item.
She stopped at Whole Foods to buy maxi pads?
Hole Fluids. Heh.
I squeegee windshields like I shave my face
Back and to the left (wait, that's JFK)
Too close for comfort like that Buffalo Sabe
Creating a puddle for Larisa Oley, nigga.