It is a beautiful full moon.
Imagine, its xmas 2005, someone in your family gifts you a big-headed vinyl figurine of Iron Man, because you said in passing that you liked the movie. It's a cute toy! You put it on your mantle and thank them
Valentines day 2006 shows up, your partner remembers how much you enjoyed your xmas gift and gets you another to go along with it. You appreciate it, but dont love it, but you maybe try and oversell how much it means to you.
Friends come over throughout the year and they notice your budding collection and make note...you're the funko pop guy now
You know what's in every gift, those transparent white cubes
Those beady little eyes staring back at you
Are you anything other than an amalgamation of the pop culture you consume? Are you anything at all? You do your best, but you know you're not special. Does that mean you dont deserve to be happy? This is all you are distilled down to your loved ones
Hey if you have an iPhone and would like to beta test my new Libido Tracker app, here's a testflight invite. I'd love to get lots of feedback.
Tortillas are awesome!
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