To lighten the fare, a tart airy little ditty to follow. Hopefully. /—/
– Flight 161 Arrival time: 11:43 pm –
funny poem about Facebook.
Or another introspective / deep/ ironic / rant about Facebook
We all heard it before.
But let me fucking tell you something
Look you don’t know shit about Facebook
It is like
a summers day with a volleyball and earth dry sand warm under your feet and you are 20 pounds skinnier and you have on a 600 dollar swimsuit that Jennifer Lopez wore last year and your boobs are somehow perkier and you have at least four good friends laughing at all your jokes and then someone says hey let’s start a bonfire and then they start a bonfire and you guys jump in a jeep and run to the corner store and laugh the whole way there and the new guy touches your thigh and smiles at you and your agent calls with a book deal and you look up at the sky so blue and so crisp and your hair smells like strawberries and mint and you just thought of a new poem and you sit by orange fire crackling in the thick and your best friend brings you a blanket and drapes it across your shoulders and your new guy brings you cocoa and gazes lost in your eyes and you camp on the beach and you wake to the dawn and yeah
Facebook is like that.
In other words
It’s the shit
flies you away from fear
or at least free-floating anxiety
always trapped in your brain
hum low level fridge
of Not Enough
More To Do
shame more pain point blame
you can play that inner game
hop on this airline express
and it is the best flight in the world