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 […]
In life, slut, that cool shit eats itself. Well? What have you for yourself say? SlOw DoWn./././././… I fought. Yes I did. I hope you did too. Upbeat! Yeah! Y’know? Summit? Cough? FffffCradle? Nay. Umm humming. Dope beat. Sup. Some say! that cousins love each other no matter what. Even if they give each other […]
Had that fifth coffee. It’s kind of romantic. Nothing is ever WRITE. Traitorous disguise. What lust. I lips like and no one knows. Who goes there? There is no garment for the darkness. There is just pajamas. By the off chance that I get to go, there, in some sort of way–would you take me? […]
Hit ass ass ass. Kiss kiss. Mebe he can sunder invocation of style some day. He’s not too hot… I kissed him the other day. Lust in my pants and a little piglet on the street winked at me. T’was nice. Someday I want him married off. Little girl slutting off on the St. Winks […]
Lezzie says lemons take dust Sometimes I gray cum matter and it explodes get better, tool p[always tired]p No questions. Closet.Now.Fool
By sweeping bumper sticker design… Does he understand any of this? Killed it. Eat shit ear wax, rats. No combat, fatigue.(s) mebe he will cradle us illiterate fool at the disco want. us to stay~ maybe somewhere – in the out-a-back. Love is style.