I busted a nut on my laptop. Sparks started flying out of it. I asked my mom if she could let me borrow money for a new one. She said, Son you’re 26. The underlying truth in that statement is self-evident, as you can tell. So I go back to my room and on my laptop is the nut I busted. It looks like coffee cream. Amaretto. It’s on the keyboard like a big fat SPLAT! And even on the screen is a sprinkle of juice. So now I don’t have a laptop, which sucks. I’m thinking, how long do I have to save to get a laptop? Should I even get a new laptop. I don’t even want anything. The feeling of not wanting anything.
I knew a guy whose work was deteriorating
I said, homie…you have writer’s block, you need to stop
Nah. I’ll never stop, vato. This my livelihood, Dookie.
Well, can you stop making your writing public? It’s kind of messing up your earlier, better work.
Nah homes. You just don’t get it. I have to do this. I’m a pure writer.
I don’t understand the connection.
I know. You don’t get it. I told you, eh.
Like seriously dude
I can’t go anywhere
The only place I can go is my room
Sometimes I sit and think of places I could go
Almost everywhere I could go costs money
As a result I have nowhere to go
Except my room. That is why I love my room
I can always go to it
God itself could not 🐻 the sight of me
Icy queen meltdown stage center oodie
Hoodie is pronounced who-d
Hey, lemon sugar lemme see ya sugar tits
Pop ya tits with a needle, and out come sugar
The other day,
My girl was like, Jose! I forgot how much fun you were!
Yeah sometimes I forget how much fun I am
We were at a carnival in a park close by…
By the other day
I mean years ago
At least I don’t live in my mom’s basement!, she shouted.
Yeah well at least my mom isn’t gonna die next month
How do you know that? How do you know that! Mama’s boy!
Well…at least I’m trying really hard to get out
Really hard? Oh sweety, you spend all day writing on your blog. You poor soul. Now I just feel sorry for you.
Don’t feel sorry for me. Have a party for me. Bitches, balloons, Bacardi, and weed. And let niggas know that I died with the heart of a G.
Juelz Santana. Check him out.
Maybe I will!!
*Puts on headphones*
*3 minutes pass*
Great song. Oh Jose. This would all be so much better if you were successful.
I am successful – in my own eyes.
Studio Audience: Awwww
Chicks dig the depression kid
They say, hey are you depressed?
Yeah. I’ve seen things. I’ve experienced pain maximo
Wow. Tell me all about it in bed
Are you always depressed? Yes
Even when receiving head? Yes
What about on a rollercoaster? Yes
What if I bought you a broken toaster? Yes
There’s only one thing that can make me happy. Please tell me!
You have to….