I’ve had that titanic vine (we in heree (turn up turn up) where them bitchess) stuck in my head for three days straight now so I’m excited to see the world’s first four second billboard #1 in a couple weeks.
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.