if you’re stupid and you know it, clap your hands

*clap, clap*

if you’re stupid and you know it, clap your hands!

*clap, clap*

if you’re stupid and you know it and you really want to show it, if you’re stupid and you know it, clap your hands!

*clap, clap*

i caress this thing, this plastic abomination of polycarbon chains that has a very exact method of production, and it gets used for this kind of shit. and it’s a privilage, not a right. so why not abuse it? timestamp today and showed that it actually happened. this is as good a record as any.

where to go, what to do. hope to the left, doom to the right. or is it the other way around? i get so easily confused, but that in part may be willful. it’s funny that i could decide to understand something, and it would be so. it would be so. so…

air pushed from a fan gently rolls off my body. a motorcycles revs and squeals out in the parking lot. the pressure underneath my feet as they help distribute my weight on the chair i sit on. the rush of the air as it rolls over my skin and flows up into my nose, chilling it slightly for a second while making my body resperate.

it feels so comfortable.

*clap, clap*