Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Take Off Your Shoes, Mickey, And Take A Snapchat

mickey snapchat

We were promised flying cars,
And robots we could fuck.
Deep-sea cities, cures for death,
And clones of fat John Kruk.

They told me there’d be jetpacks,
And peace for all mankind;
And phasers we could set to stun,
And visors for the blind.

The future seemed so close, and
It would be here any year.
But we didn’t get our sexbots; no,
We got this bullshit here

3 Comments

  1. FUCKIN' SWAGGIE MAGGIE!!!!

    May 20, 2016 at 1:19 am

    This is the last thing u see before u die

  2. Try on your filters and send a Snapchat

    Hey!

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