"stressors" poems
villainous intentions it seems
i've been through the streams of trauma
tf u mean
working hard to correct my mistakes
being born to a household of lies
seemed like my fate
i realize how to ascend
but i'm stuck in the past
i don't know how to mend
these people bleeding in my arteries project & inject since the start of me
they went through the same thing
but so many excuses
as to why they can't evolve and be free
but they don't realize it
they numb themselves of their destiny
they throw their pain out onto humanity
i realize how it's so ****** up
that their childhood trauma got them ****** up
leading into adulthood and the rest of their lives
it seems
projecting their hatred and pain onto their offspring
i have to be stronger and more aware than my predecessors
and i notice how a lot of ppl in my life were the stressors
it's no wonder our generation is tired
bc we've carried the weight of the liars
yes they're liars, bc they lie to themselves
how they're a good person and they've done us well
******** i call, they've ignored for far too long
as i sit here crying, i realize that i'm strong
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
It that kind of tired,
That sleep can't fix.
Its all the Stressors and the problems,
Making up the mix.
Nightmares playing all the songs,
That I don't want to remember.
Sitting up late at night,
Like its a day in December.
No matter what I try,
They haunt me day and night.
Cause no matter what I do,
It never seems quite right.
Feeling lazy and real sad
Not even sure what's this bad.
Feel depressed and quite down.
Still no smile, just a frown.
What i'm feeling, can't explain
World's closing in of all this pain
Words can't say it, songs can't sing it
Only my mind can believe it .
What i'm feeling i'm not sure,
Though my music is my cure.
Feeling down, don't know why
Play some music, life's a high.
I love my music, that I know.
People watching, but here's no show.
So this poem, might not make sense.
Its just my way to vent.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
We live in a society that is reluctant to hold individuals accountable for their actions.
They did this to him because of his smile.
They did this to him because he was in the bar bathroom a long while.
They did this to him because of his clothing style.
The environment can create stimuli and stressors which trigger predispositions.
Predispositions of behavioral tendencies to make bad decisions.
They did this to her because they saw it on TV.
They did this to her because nothing comes for free...
or at least easy.
They did this to her because of how they were raised by mommie.
However, at the end of the day, you have ****** autonomy.
Physically responsible for your own actions,
you have damaged another human...
being.
You don't want to accept you could do something so heinous to another human's ****
or ******
Morally responsible to actively educate,
yourself.
How to live in a world with other humans whom differ from you.
People who you may not completely understand.
She said no, but things happened so fast.
Kept go-ing on, not for long he didn't last.
He might have been interested at the start of the night,
but wasn't trying to be perceived as putting up a fight,
resisting what his assailant created, his forever tragic night.
I'm not big on the concept of 'deviant behaviors' or 'social taboos.'
Certain things however, you should know what to do.
We violate others' rights, freedoms, privileges, happiness, mental stability, and personal well being.
And For What?
It doesn't matter if you're gay, like metal music, or get drunk, because
We can't blame the color gray.
not tomorrow nor today.
Don't sit, just stand, get up and say.
Advocate that **** is wrong every innocent second of each precious day.
more clearly defined, not merely social constructs within a particular society.
Long story short; **** is Wrong. Get and Give Consent. Be Safe as well.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
Dreaming seems to be a cycled reality,
dueling matters of vague interpretation
almost holding on to a fugue
state of delieverance,
that returns to dreaming.
A wakefulness that pardons our stressors,
exploring how sureness of changing tides
have arrived to wash the shore’s footprints;
turning salutations to a once cumbersom
slumber to keeping these eyes closed.
The mind never rests,
it continues to timely act.
Despite the character of one’s gait
submissive to extrinsic. We dream the same.
A neutrality in recognition,
the deepest desire,
the social matter,
and the human acceptance.
We rise to sleep
to deeply wake
the harden reality we failed,
to accept throughout our day,
removing our knighly armor and face
our dragons which have their own vices,
yet our devices hinder. Our true dreams,
blur between eyes closed
changing to dreaming with eyes open.
Realizing all true negatives are true
positives differing only from accepting
that I can vertically add difference;
we can all equate to change
if you keep dreaming in mind.
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC
Soft skin
Delicate veins
delicate emotion
delicate pain
One pinch,
and you feel so battered
one poke,
your soul could shatter
You feel so weak,
so worn and tired
all of your stressors
build up like a fire,
it burns everything away,
you find your heart is empty,
and you become numb to the pain
You feel so small
under this heavy weight
Everyone, everything
pulling you down
deeper,
deeper
…
All of a sudden,
you open your eyes
you’re skin and bones
and scars on flesh...
But you put on your mask,
and smile like the rest.
(a.f.c)
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC
Tranquility is beautiful when totally at rest,
As the body and mind relaxes to its full potential.
Putting your legs up on that recliner in state of peace,
Feeling your tensions lift from all muscles.
Not worrying about the stressors in life,
Thinking about the comfort of your couch.
Just lay back and enjoy the relaxation of the moment,
Without the concerns from this imperfect world.
You deserve to unwind due to a hard day,
Letting the spirit calm itself with good thoughts.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
I feel a vibration, deep in my bones
as if my being was composed
of coiled metal springs;
pushed down,
and down,
and down,
compressed to an unnatural flatness
an undesirable rigidity
an unhealthy madness
and a post-poned delivery
but, under all the pressure
all the weight
under all the stressors;
I still vibrate.
a buzzing, whirring, and building imbalance
is this because of caffeine?
or time spent as an E fiend?
I must ask myself,
what does this buzzing mean?
is it hyperactivity,
a blocked chakra, or three
did I choose this energy
or did it choose me?
so I write to release,
to find inner peace
this pen my therapist
this page the couch
with each stroke I care less
and let go that inner grouch
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
i'm dead serious about conceptualising a su doku...
i'm on the basis of fractions...
praxis 9
/ 4
optical coordination of stressors of furthered insertion
for some reason i cited:
9 x 6 = 51
and then 9 x 9 = 81...
**** 1 is such a difficult number to muster /
master in a goemetric class...
1 isn't exactly geometrically "sound" -
hello φoνoς -
alternatively, when you're doing a really hard su doku,
quote this quasi-copernican interpretation,
i.e. doing the puzzle "lying down"...
i dunno(h)... when complexity arises
numbers "lying down" makes perfect sense...
su doku?
it's like onomatopoeia in terms of arrangement...
81? and it's still a perfect square?!
o.k. o.k. (leo getz style),
ω
3 ß
m
what the **** was alternative to the said?
u p
d
o
w
n p
u
d o w n
by now you're ****** kidding...
M
3 Σ
W my name's matthew,
so you can imagine why i get all hot and bothered
about this variation.
now for some dead etymology (i,e,
i don't give a **** where the words came from,
i just like the way they sound) -
poligon,
okop.
all, if any, emotional intelligence equates
itself toward an intensity status...
i.e. the more you feel, the more
your emotional competence...
for sure... apathy is the "placebo" guarantee
cure for any type of pathos -
or the λoγoς of guaranteed explanations.
to be honest?
λoγoς has been reduced to a suffix status
with that basic "accomplishment" of -ology.
another "funny" word... by was of saying:
it's actually a city...
Płock -
Łódz*,
alternatively? let's juggle
ò (grave) & ó (acute)....
now i see the funny side of the tetragrammaton
concept... it really is omnipresent...
between ò & ó
you want the sort of incisor that's basically |
straight...
something that really might **** off god
once and for all...
with nietzsche it didn't really happen...
i mean an |
o
that would get rid of god in
the classical roman sense of: oh...
and return to the omicron basis
for having revealed a phonetic encoding
that's simply O... and that means doing away with
the god's portion of a hammer (H) -
or the second syllable of the name:
η - weh...
eta weh...
i'd start translation phonetic encoding if i were you...
that variant stated? eta?
it's also called: a short e....
the opposite like loki to thor?
epsilon... and it's called the long e...
in greek it's ε, in latin it's the basis for avoiding
diacritical confrontation / application...
i.e. ee in the word keep, e.g.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
Freedom isn't freedom when you think about it really
When there is no other way to live
Trapped by societal pressures and stressors to be something greater or lesser
But it's not really who you are
Enriched with your own self-esteem
Nothing from pill, powder, or green
Controlled of the station viewed
But that's not how they want it
All the companies have fronted
Thousands of dollars for their revenue
It's freedom from the free
That's what we're looking for
Freedom from the free
For ever and ever more
Freedom from the free
What's playing on channel four
Freedom from the free
Television stations do not exist anymore
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 1:22 PM UTC
b. she’s in love with kierkegaard, i borrowed a quote by him
about poets...
i was going to end the poem with sarcasm...
the poem got deleted without being saved...
now to remember:
the missing diacritic in english of phoneticism
gives chaos to how english is punctuated:
bewildering that there are two types of quotation in english
rather than the polish / joycean irish
use of quote / dialogue,
in the latter instances we have the use of thye hyphen,
in the latter
the problem of what freedom of speech invokes:
how was it said if it wasn’t said?
“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “ at all?
the english language has moved away from the classical
sense of the ditto...
it has moved into the confusing territory aking to its excessive spelling:
- i said you could have said it better.
- you thought that prior though?
- i did indeed.
this is the polish / joycean example of how dialogues flow.
but in english there’s a disparity of the usage of the dialogue “brackets”
that are “ “ and ‘ ‘...
in philosophy the ditto brackets are ambiguity stressors...
the mis-understood words in servitude of specified usages...
but there’s no contentment in applying
such notation to stress ambiguity when the mathematical
symbol modelling is already apparent - approximately:
i.e. instead of noting the ambiguity of meaning of a word like
truth via “truth” is no better than the notation ~truth:
since the former only revels in the negation of the meaning of the word
truth... that there’s a meaning & and an ambiguity of using such a word...
rather than the mathematical observance that there is an approximate truth:
the one that’s experienced / the one that’s related to / the one that’s
neither as a mere historical interpretation.
i detest being tested by a diety in the platonic sense...
i know what i'm writing about...
i can remember it and explain it - but of course poetry's
verbiose and sometimes ivory extravagence is self-explanatory,
poets know what metaphors are...
poets know what imagery is... but i hardly expect
there's a need to itemise which words fit the terminology
of identification for an essay... there would be
not creative fluidity if that was the sole intention behind poetry.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
So here I stand a somewhat heartless man wounds are healing yet still open thoughts about taking my own life but I'm cope n
But in the next breath I'm praying and hope n I don't tie this loose around my neck and start choking
From every direction I feel these pressures as they come camouflaged as my stressors
My family,? Yea they pretty curious wondering if I've become delirious saying,"I never smile and remain so ******* serious,
Or, "how is he dealing with these feelings he's feeling he should give his life to God and they ask me am I willing, but Im just chilling lol
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Small Emergency Stop button
on my treadmill every mornin,
you grow and grow
as I run and run.
The two escapes I have,
running, writing.
Emergency Buttons are only helpful
on treadmills.
even if life had an emergency stop
would you really use it?
Would you or I really give up fall days?
what about summer rays?
what about the animals of the sea,
and what about the special he or she?
Honey, I would never Stop
this life I got,
I'm finally getting it figured out.
Not saying I don't get stressed out.
I do fuss and cry about,
silly things that in the end,
where literally not worth my time.
Emergency stop, where is your
pull now? Where is my want towards you now?
Emergency Go, where are you?
This treadmill is working, but I'm not going
anywhere, I'm hardly even showing,
signs of improving.
Improving this love,
to grow, while in the wild.
I wanted to say I love you, but couldn't,
so it just hurt more.
and now, I am solving my problems
looking at a Emergency stop button.
Treadmill you wont defeat my problems,
but you do defeat my stressors.
I have you back now, and so I don't care
where we end up. As long as its far from,
Emergency Stop.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
I have a low variable rate. I
Know enough through the cuff
When it is too high
And then when lower—
It’s variable
So, detox on the decaf
Binge Flix clips on elliptical
Keep to no salt diet result
Take the lesser stressors
Before anything else begins
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 3:11 AM UTC
There's just so many *******
Stressors
In this world
And when I'm with you
They all
Leave me
You are my security blanket
You are my fire on
A cold winter night
I know I'm annoying
And whiny and clingy
And just really ******* sad
But you keep me sane
Last night you promised to never leave me
Jesus Christ
I hope you don't get tired of
Me.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
i'm sorry, but it's true...
however rigid you might
find the need to confirm
a truth...
but even the great
piano composers
of the last century,
be that liszt, chopin,
satie, debussy, or schumann...
can't compete with
thomas newman's
score for american beauty,
i.e. any other name...
it's the pauses,
which act are stressors to
the whole composition...
we're surrounded by
so many sounds that are
trans-mammalian...
we've become
so accustomed to them,
that, as i once said:
the song of birds with due
end of spring: irritates me!
i'm sorry...
i'm sorry that poetry seems feeble
by way of imitating this
approach...
there are never to few
words to be said,
as said, regarding
someone's death:
i wish i said...
i wish i said
this...
i wish i said
this to him (her)...
poetry can fake this minimalism,
akin to the oriental haiku...
but that's beside the point...
don't fake it...
drown in your words as the last
breaths in the sea of narratives...
thomas newman transcended
the "masters" of piano...
i don't know how he managed
to overcome satie or debussy...
i'm scratching my head
thinking: huh?
he actually wrote a piano haiku!
perhaps that's a misnomer example,
but given the waterfall dynamic
to my writing, i have no interest
in using the correct word...
if the word i used was incorrect;
god, it takes so little...
to overpower so much,
say: overpowering the power
hierarchy that gave us pyramids...
why isn't there an aztec story
regarding those pyramids?
surely there must be something!
ah! after all... those pyramids weren't
tombs, dedicated toward a burial...
they were sites of capital punishment,
imposing sites,
enough... to warn
future transgressors of law...
these weren't tombs...
they were scaffolds of capital execution...
no wonder there was no jewish
stubbornness among the aztecs...
there was no divine intervention.
yeah yeah, i know, atheism is vogue...
but with atheism comes no art...
and why would art succumb
to a rational "argument" for its existence?
fair enough... no canvas, no paint,
no paint-strokes, no painting...
i hope you find a brick-wall more
entertaining.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
Subtle changes.
But changes none the less.
From the way you look at me.
To the way you react to me.
Subtle changes.
But changes none the less.
From the way you stopped kissing me.
To the way me kissing you is burden.
Subtle changes.
But changes none the less.
From the way you don’t seem to need me.
To the way you don’t seem to want me.
Yeah I know the changes are subtle.
But they are changes none the less.
I guess I’m half to blame.
Because of how I imagined things would be.
I imagined a world where your soul was addicted to mine.
I imagined a world where your love for me outweighed your everyday stressors.
I imagined a world where my value was at the forefront of your mind.
But most importantly I imagined a world where we were equal.
Equal in what we give.
Equal in what we take.
Equal in how hard we love.
Equal in how hard we feel.
But I’m running 390 meters.
While that last 10 seems to be such a burden for your soul.
..but like I said, I’m half to blame.
Because I don’t demand my value.
I tell you everything is fine while my happiness with you is shattering.
I ask for you for consistency, but I allow you to flake every time.
I need you to nourish me in how I speak love.. but allow your needs to proceed my own.
Leaving me slowly withering away & becoming the most subtle change of all.
But it will be a change none the less.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC
slight ache in my right shoulder blade
let’s me know stressors have been mounting
building slowly, at first
with a struggling child in college algebra
a wife irritated with her perfect job
an old dog leaving a tinge of red behind
when he pees on leaves
I absorb –
late payment
and a new billing statement
showing disregard for salaried employees
direct deposit on the last day of each month
means the last week of each month I do my best
poverty impression
complete with meatless spaghetti and dry oatmeal –
slipping back
I put on my hustla hat
and try slinging the cure
for pennies and a greater credit score
but the flooded market has everybody sitting
with slit eyelids and orange fingertips --
nothing to do now,
but wait
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
Yesterday I missed your arms around me
Today it is your voice
and your lips
Tomorrow will be the way you say
"I seen" instead of "I saw"
or how when you laugh
you open your mouth as wide as it will go
unaccompanied by any sound
Next week I imagine it will be
how you look at me
between each kiss
like you can't believe your eyes
you grip me tighter because of it
like I'm just an illusion and
I'll disappear in seconds
And any other day you're gone
it will be the essence of your stressors
the basis of your burdens
the crux of your half-attempted smiles
that I am bound to miss;
it will be the very core
and constitution
and backbone
of you
that I long to preserve
essentially.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:53 AM UTC
Think yourselves ready, eh?
Will you be
When gestation rates increase
To 13, 15, 17 months?
Stress -
Stressors by environment.
Famines, Droughts: Afflictions.
Yous who only believe in competition
Belittling compassion & patience of true co-operation;
Of harmony & tranquility,
Of the tranquility of harmony.
Whom the plants shall out-compete,
Whom the other animals shall out-compete.
Doubtless - for you are ignorant.
Doubtful - for you are arrogant.
Only ready for the extinction of ¹annihilation,
Eager only for the ²obliteration which is extinction.
Apathetic, superstitious apocalypsists being the first to die-out;
The brutish beasts among us, the next to die-off.
"Now, I who liberate all & everything."
says Kronos.
"Here, I cast off your chains."
says Gaia.
"Stood, we who remain standing - eternal & immortal."
Says Osiris, Says Uranus
"With-standing, we who raise others as we raised-up ourselves."
Says Isis, Says Hera
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 3:34 PM UTC
means i have an itch,
or a google translate mechanism...
either way:
- ichi bushidō -
grammar stressors available to
interchange the linear pairing within
remnant understanding of abuse thus given,
or likened to being plugged into the internet
and subsequently being disconnected
by a smart-arse whatching the discovery channel
rather than reading a book: avid attenborough... i salute you!
now go die with darwin among the monkeys;
why? what do you mean why? oh...
because you're ******* me off!
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
*god, if only the english could un-numb their R, and return to the rattle-snake trill... what wonders could be born... every time i hear an english person pronounce the R... i think they're about to swollow their tongue, as if rolling it backwards to numb the R... yes... swollow... swo-swo... only cockneys of east london say swa-swa swansey... ***** deep in essex you: ooh... ah, eric cantona... swollow, akin to saying the word: slow... rather than slough (berkshire, burp-shy-err)... **** me english is fun, it's like owning a g.i. jone action finger, and still playing with it aged 34... compared to all other languages (notably the european ones), english is like play-dough... you can **** with it so much that you can almost forget being bilingual; and no, whatever the upper-crass tell you... trilling an R is not a posh thing... it's talk of the 2nd serprent in the garden... the rattlesnake who warns you, rather than tempts you to try and eat from the tree he's wrapped around.*
two words that spring to mind,
out of the blue;
words that sound better in a native tongue
than in an acquired tongue
of saxon descent
mingled with norman -
the words?
military instruments -
(a) originally maczuga
but with my diacritical stressors:
máczūga...
i give it a rest there making
the foreign word sound better,
after all, we have alternatives:
cudgel, truncheon, cosh, nightstick
& bludgeon...
still... the m'ah-choo-g'ah (ga-ga)...
i don't know... but i know what sounds
better in
(b) topór (acute o? t'oh-poor),
meaning? axe... now tell me the foreign
word sound more grave
than the native word?
the (a) argument
has worthy counterparts, but (b)?
tell me you wouldn't feel a shiver
hearing topór,
when otherwise hearing axe?
p.s.
the same with the word
for hammer -
i.e. młot (mmm-what?) -
of **** me, the tool has a baby,
the belittled henryk młotek miodowicz
(henry - little hammer - honkeysuckling).
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
Misrelating Tale
Gotta prepare for war, like I’m Daniel-son.
Train every day with that wax-off, wax on.
Mister Miyagi flow, that hits like a Jeff Hardy Swanton Bomb.
What has the world become?
We unleashed the sword,
So, what was done can’t be undone.
But what if this narrative could be un -spun ?
Would we right wrongs?
If we rebuilt foundations,
Would our nation remain strong?
To return a triumphant king like Aragon,
Or be stabbed in the gut like qui-gon?
But as def squad says we’ll continue on till the break of dawn.
For this is the way of the mandolorian.
Some days one gotta switch sides,
From the autobots to deceptocons.
Fighting foodons, blasting brains like I’m jimmy neutron.
A Lightning nuisance, that’ll static shock the electrons.
That may interrupt ones...
Constant flow of info from dendrites to axons.
After the battle is won, grab some schezwan.
Project soul of foul human individual cretans.
Not everyone can be as polite, as the bear named Paddington.
Gotta call the ghostbusters to extract some Thetans.
Rest In Peace to Egon.
So...
When **** hit the fan, gotta know how to swim in the deep end.
Treating each failure like it was a lesson.
Everyday I battle against anxiety and depression.
Let’s just say I know what’s it’s like to feel less than.
Got my heart crushed like some croutons.
And have had to attack on my inner Titans.
And just when you think I’m defeated,
I go super saiyan.
Schooling it like I’m Piccolo and it’s Gohan.
Let’s go son!
I Will never lose my head like a dullahan.
For I ain’t got not time for 99 problems.
Gotta open the third eye to see past illusions.
Got to change the qualities of the composition.
Keeping stressors relatively small no matter the opposition.
Gotta emphasize the light like you painting an impression.
On everything and everyone that may come along.
A perspective can turn curses to blessings.
Can take one’s trauma and use it as a weapon.
To change the cycle of ones disposition.
But that being said,
One can’t predict everything like the Simpsons.
For the world’s more controversial,
Than the ending of the Jefferson’s.
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 12:27 AM UTC
*at least admit that in english there are two digraphs, ch and sh, and that you stop saying: eh ugh ooh... too many consonants; because what's in bold, are actually considered digraphs; although in other languages, the H is replaced with a Z; that's all!*
2 maps...
just two...
no, not the mongol
empire,
or the british empire...
the black death circa 1351 a.d.,
and the modern
islamic "plague"...
see what region, by the "grace
of god" is un-affected?
******* weird, isn't it?
it's like... wow! history repeats
itself!
i was born three hour's
worth of coach-travel north
from cracow...
seems i'm immune
to rats...
oh, don't worry, there are
no racials issues going
on...
it's a community manifesto...
a kebab shop owner stabs
a youth... mob rule...
where? in ełk...
community spirit as in?
that arab, isn't going to sell
another kebab in the town.
**** on me, another band of
the "chosen people"...
you fight off the ottoman for
the austrians at vienna, and for
yourself long enough...
history is pedantic in terms
acquiring current
stereotypes that have
fallen asleep for a 100 years...
to be later woken, 100 years later...
honestly, on mother-soil,
and not in "exile",
i'd state that my words
would not have as much potency
in a native spreschen...
ah... but the glorious
investment in western debate...
there's talk of bi this trans that,
moving from 1, to 2,
being bisexual...
so much concentration on
genitals, rather than the tongue...
could i suggest that bilingualism,
or owning two tongues is
more profitable, than debating
whether a person has two genitals?
seem natural to put the tongue
in terms of hierarchy above
the genitals...
larger geographic saturation...
ugh... only a lazy tongue would
rather debate bisexuality
rather than endorse bilingualism;
and in terms of accents?
you have too many! you can't
keep it up!
not unless you appropriate
accent stressors, to at least
one of your letters...
most people can discriminate
against your accent likewise,
cockney shambles that you
are... eating your H and your R...
woe-ah, that's water, in essex.
ter... ter... terminal... ter...
******* numb-wits.
still, that black plague historical
map, looks mighty odd...
akin to now, and the spread of islam.
oh boo hoo.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC