uhhh

This shit is so obvious. The lights pointing at me, the flashing of them and that chick upstairs on that bed shooting the laser at me. This shit is still so obvious that it's a t.v. show
So I'm going to make my main focus getting off the show.
Phermones and light rays. I fucking hate this T.V. show. I need to escape, every 15 minutes it's crap.
Then there's a moment of joy.
I need to escape from this show and return to the realm Williamsburg.
I want the trine, I all three.
I am on a T.V. show where people are fucking me.
Kindly remember this when I arrive to reality my beloved Urban Outfitter hipster girls. I sound insane right now. And I'm writing in haikuis