loom
lurk
live, laugh, lobotomy
the dark humor of
the millennials who can say
“tumblr raised me”
or maybe we raised tumblr
it’s always hard when the similarities
squeeze logic
from the picture
[i’m rambling
i’ve lost the thread
of this poem]
high ho
a pirates/actors/writers/millennials life for me
it still feels like the future
whenever i see the year
starting with a two
rather than a one
and it simply feels
unreal
to not have double zeros
between the first and last digit
i wonder if my brain will ever let go
of this harsh divide
between old millennium=safe
and new millennium=completely unknown
kipventures 