Fuck off gotta write. (No not you.) Not there yet the mistrals an the whore grave diggers mate and it is glorious union.
So utopiad, so nicety, discomfiture and dismissal. Strewn about in the correct orientation. No notion of daggar, or rationality. My dissidence is dense and it hits me. I am the brick in the back of the car, waiting your arrival on time as usual.
Sea horses seem like nice creatures. Maybe go fuck them. Grayoff and whiteout and all the rainboweducate. It’ll cum. There’s no loss of things. I’m just here now. No one’s here now. We’re all sweet cookies. Crumbs are our ratios.
The rest of my life is when I sleep. The neighbors don’t know me. You know me. You know my neighbors. My neighbors cut their wrists when they’re happy. It’s much easier to write it (wrist) than to read it (horror, disgust). Oy! Folklore! What am I calling you! Cats. The nature of it. *rolls eyes*
All back and it’s good. Hit me up sometime. I’m crooked. No inside, no outside. Just the reality. Still motion pics make me weep, they’re so bad. It’s gross inside. There’s intestines and some sweets. I’m squeamish of gruesome murder, but not of picking boogers. Oh well, guess that’s gross, too.
Rhyme on you. Rhyme on through.
Ghost ship tell me your stories, I am a dead romance novelist caught writing poetry. Don’t cheat on me, you say, next time and I will give you a treat. Ohgoodthecaffeineworeoff. Well. Then some naturalist might remember how the squirrels fuck, too. It’s illegal to haze someone for being themself unless you really really don’t like them. Then it’s legal. Just like your daughter. Be sure to fuck them for me. Fuck fuck fuck like a manic child. They like to spread their vaginal fluids all over the wall… sometimes. At other times they play video games. Just a jester exercising due diligence. Most peasants never saw the torture chambers, anyway. Think I’m sick? You don’t know the inquisition. It’s Christian, though, so I suppose it’s glorious. Spain. What a shit-hole.
Cum dump, to be more precise. Bialleti! Nay, I am wary, traveler, for I drink too much coffee and booze. You lose. This time, turn around so I can touch your butt with both my hands. Denote to me where you live. I’d like to see/meet your architecture. The architects like to hug. I tuned in at “porno”. Guess I’ve got selective hearing.
Mebe moar later.