Gosh. I got goth. I wish I got rocker. Rockers are so hardcore spiffy.

I rock peas on my head but don’t call me a pea head.

Beas on my head but don’t call me a bee head.

Bruce Lee’s on my head but don’t call me a Lee head.

Now please excuse me, I gots to get my tree fed.

You wear name brands and I make my own clothing.

I hang out with an apple who loves self-loathing.

“I hate myself.”


Pancake on my face makes me extra happy.

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