“The Anonymous Collection” Girl so pretty she cut her face offBased on a true story of a 70s London punk rocker. People saw this girl they never knewAnd believed the fable of venus ever trueShe sat upon a table of heathens from every viewAnd prayed Aphrodite would birth her anew
James Milroy Whakarongo mai rāKoutou e hine, e tama māKi ngā reo e hāpai neiI ngā mahi a Hiwa-i-te-rangi Ua kōnehuTū mai rā MatarikiHiwa, HiwaHiwa-i-te-rangi Tīaho iho mai rāNgā whetū o te pōHai ārahi i ngā mahiMō te maruāpō Rōiho kamaRōake parahutihutiE moe, e moeE moe ō kanohi Ko te
You were like the sun’s warmth after days of clouds and rain, like hot chocolate and warm socks on a freezing day, like a cold glass of water in the middle of the night, like soft rain noises just before bed, like varying textures of green in the wild, like
If people started referring to me as the Schemer, I wouldn’t not like it This one is called ‘Uber Eats is a SCAM, just eat grass’ Step one: Get a fuckload of grass and blend it into smoothies. Use water or milk or spit or anything to make
These are a bunch of different meals you can make for your friends to manipulate them. Don’t have TOO much fun with these LAZINESS LASAGNA If you notice one of your friends or family members acting lazier than usual, make them a lasagna. Not just any lasagna, though. The
So, you want to build your own Urban myth? Well you little legends, you’ve come to the right place. The campus, in its eternal glory, is littered with false stories and horrendous lies and deceitful tales of woe. From the mysterious Lab Rats on campus, to the loch ness
James liked cows, ceilings, and road works. One day he ate a train, and then he went down the tubes of the house into a brown balloon. The sewer was strange and green. It smelled like rainbows. He found a shovel and dug deeper. 100m further. He found an old
You fullas ever looked at those cheap baguettes in the weird cane bins at countdown and thought, “bro, I’m suddenly Italian as”. Wait, baguettes aren’t Italian right? Bro I don’t even know anymore. But here’s a simple recipe to turn bread into pizza. And if you can’t use those
I am writing poetry in a Burger King. Who is she? Edgy indie girl who struggles with spitting out her toothpaste Just kidding (maybe). Cute boy in Burger King, he has face tattoos. I like tattoos. Eye contact is made. Nice face. What do I look like to others?
