cikitis

“Gypsy
On Wednesday morning, clear and calm, I went to Astor Place.
And had a Gypsy read my palm or maybe just my face.
She said my heart was heavy and my head was stuffed with lies.
But things like that weren't on my hands, they hid behind my eyes.
The room is dull and dank and cold but at least I have a hand to hold.”
― Bo Burnham, Egghead; or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone

“How fitting, she thought, that her words,
after tumbling in her head all day,
came out shrunken
like they were meant for a child.”
― Bo Burnham

“You How, may I ask, did you get so you, you beautiful true-to-you doer? I’ve met many today but can honestly say that I’ve never met anyone you-er.”
― Bo Burnham, Egghead: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone

“Bombs The first bomb dropped unheard, unlike the loudly dropped second and third; then the final bomb dropped from the sky to the ground and the last-seen bomb made the last-heard sound.”
― Bo Burnham, Egghead: Or, You Can't Survive on Ideas Alone