The juggler walked mysteriously from one location to the next. He wasn’t juggling, that’s just what his job was. Right now he’s just walking, just in citizen mode. He’s holding a paperback book. The juggler is holding a Kindle. He’s reading The Federalist Papers.
“Hey juggler, where are you walking to.”
“wym”
“Just like, mysteriously.”
“Umm I’m not walking anyway I’m just pacing. Is that chill?”
“Yeah man it’s fine lol just thought it was funny.”
“wym?”
“like it made me laugh lol.”
“ok”
And now the juggler’s like, ermm OK dude? Anyways. So the juggler is basically straight pissed his pants about it.
“about what”
bro can you please just chill, spake the juggler. A platypus was there too and he looked pissed.
“bro”
Ok bro. So now the platypus is legit squaring up this other dude. Because the juggler is his man and he’s not gonna abide by this guy going off like that on our man the juggler. It’s like who gives if the dude wants to fuckin pace bro. So anyway the platypus is going off like that. And the juggler’s kinda like, man chill, but on the flip he doesn’t really give bro. Like that man talked mad disrespectful. So anyways.
So anyways this guy was basically chill off it lol basically after Plat my boy went in there like a hogtard this guy like pretty much dipped he was like nope. Uhhh swerveeee lol rq. But then the juggler was basically pissed too and he’s like, no what, i don’t even want a fight.
“Plat?”
“yeah nigga”
“Bro can you please just chill off that. It’s my bday bro. Can I read you some straight ish from The Federalist Papers.”
“bro if you take your kindle out…”
“bro.”
On an asymptotic night where the knuckles roll right off the fingers I made my way towards bureaucratic noon as the crow flies and none too kindly. A glass of water was my matron and I its ward. But the time passed. Eventually I found the place.
The juggler walks mysteriously from one direction to the next. I expected more for the moon to cast a shadow on the night. Frayed and exhausted I called it a night.
Major incoming tension. The world is flat. My toothpaste hurts. The algorithm is fine. I love the chronic. I’m an occultic artist I speak occultively.
OK. So anyways me and the platypus are actually on a subway platform and we’re on our way to Buddhist summer camp. Basically Buddhism’s this religion where they just expect you to chill and they serve like sick-ass Japanese food. So anyway me and Plat were like, let’s rage on it for a couple seconds and if we’re chill off it, fine, we’ll dip rq. It will be like whatever. So anyway Plat’s down and plus we got hella stoned and we’re just gonna stare at the wall and have an acid flashback lol. It will be chill tho so you should slide if you’re down.
And octopus rears its hind legs. OK, so the weed was laced and we’re pretty much panicking our ass-mammies off because I just tried to read The Federalist Papers on my iPad and the digital ink shit looked like the Sunday funnies.
“bro.”
“what bro.”
“you literally just opened your local news media local reader app for your Kindle to read local news from your local paper and you’re probably just stoned about it. It’s probably hella chill,” and then he hit the home button. From there Plat was like, Yeah lol here’s the pdf of The Federalist Papers its on your homescreen bro did you really think the Sunday funnies was like your brain’s invention you retard and that it was born of The Federalist Papers like man was born to Adam. OK so then I clicked on it and that’s when I realized that the digital ink shit on the screen was becoming vertical to me and like hella trippin out man all wilin like chill ass bool ass shit forreal. OK so now Platt is like yeah brah i feel it too this ain’t jus weed brah we really on some shit that’s makin me emotional and shit dog fr dog lol. Nah fr lol.
Ahaha brah anyway. So yeah that’s when Buddhist summer camp was an obligation like Christ’s obligation to like be crucified bruha. Manual chill mode activated and now I’m like… OK… yeah so anyway.
“You realize the Buddhism’s not gonna work if we’re sippin on the same shit that got Whitney bruh.”, Plat was like.
“Bruh….”
So now it was on pretty much akin to Donkey Kong, like. And anyway. So yeah bro p soon I wasn’t really feelin all this Buddhism shit this reading shit brah, I was kinda like so let’s go smoke some mo of that chronic brah, I’m pretty sure it’s got morphine cooked in its spinal cord-like. Spinal corduroy. And such. OK. So now the ambulance is coming because they’re pretty much pissed Plat OD’d on the subway. Like bruh…
Yeah bruh that pretty beat, I texted Plat. He was still in the hospital with a brain formation. So anyway I think that Buddhism’s shit off brah [laughing emoji]
Yeah so anyway brah, I texted. lol I actually did crack open that book I was reading on my kindle brah, The Federalist Papers by Max Macclain?
Bro word?
Nah fr this shit be hitting doe dog [laughing emoji x2]
OK now… So aight I made like a bandit on that pussy bro nah fr tho. Sorry so this is like hella in the future now brah so anyway. So anyway brah I was basically uh now I was on this pussy shit like no other my nigga. OK so my boy Plat pretty much died in the hospital bro and I cried so hard I thought I might die too brah, this time of heartbreak from losing my friend. Plat was my day-one nigga fr tho. So anyway I needed to hit the pussy to get to be thinking about pussy things now. I can’t be on that sad shit fr brah.
So anyway she’s like nah, later lol when I asked her to cuddle brah. I was like, damn, but the bitch won’t cuddle? So anyway. But fr still hit doe [laughing emoji] and that’s that on that bro. But fr tho my nigga on God I miss my nigga bro… Plat bro? OK he was god. Damn. Tha day we lost Plat the earth lost a real ass nigga bro facts.
So anyway I’m at the gym like I’m not really on that pussy shit anymore brah. The pussy just be like that brah, and anyway I’ve actually been getting pretty into the uhhhh
On the diogenic night the snow was falling peddling raindrops on church poison. Irrelevant socks. Amber ale was imbibed like earl grey tea or water.
Sorry. So that’s not what really happened, what really happened was really I’m the juggler and my nigga Plat ain’t die, what really went down was this:
“Yo my nigga whatchu readin on that kindle.”
“reading like the federalist papers lol.”
“damn you aint even gon properly capitalize or italicize that bih. Bruh.”
OK so I was like out den ok? lol.
I’ve been getting pretty into uhhhhhh The Federalist Papers, bruh.