

Leopard print slip that showsI was waliing down the street during a thunderstorm and craned my neck so my ear interfaced with the sky and a rare tibetan mongol hoard tree seed (ahem hem it wasn't the nude types, neither) enveloped in a raindrop plopped into my ear with a distinct and perfect pitch of AYE. It swam through my ear canals (finally having their name be fulfilled) and entered my spinal fluid, fucking up my nervous system forever. Thrombal seizures were a pastime of mine from then on, grand mal nonetheless. But that's another story. I digress. My brain (being gray, cushiony and lots of fun) was capable of providing the ideal environment for the aforesaid rare tLeopard print slip that shows


Little Miss MuffetLittle Miss Muffet Little Miss Muffet (a pretty girl with blonde highlights and the mark of stars tattooed on her elbows the now defunct irony of ink saturating her veins causing blood to pool near the hippocampus) now sat down in a pink lycra mini exposing the hexagon imprint of fishnet stockings on a surface previously known as a collection of euphemisms an unfortunately 7-appendaged deadly toilet spider (a.k.a hoax a.k.a latrodectus mactans) tapped the same incessant rapping used by the amphetamine heart againsLittle Miss Muffet


A slip is not a failureA correspondence between two boys.A slip is not a failure
Dear Phil, do you remember when we were only about seventeen or so and we had two ids from these elder women without breasts that celebrated our nineteenth birthdays? And do you remember what we did that day, how we tried to conceive a child by burying our semen together by the lettuce beds? and How we watered it with a combination of 40s bought in hull and the sweet scent of grass? Do you remeber those days when we were young and vandalized things? The liberal signs, do you not remember the red stars we would draw on them and run away giggling as the permanent marker stench killed brain c


Lint on my tongueHead and leg bobbing up and down in time to the offbeat of the music, and in between the teeth was a sweater sleeve, squeaking in between the grinding. The bottom lip was pouted out and covered the checkered pattern on the sweater. the weight of the limp arm was pressing the checkerboard shirt harder onto the lip, so a semi - oval of spit decorated the sleeve with a darker shade of green. Ears are pink; they are close to the heat provided by twelve others. Toes are cold, though, so put them up near the speaker. Maybe the sound will warm them, or maybe it will make them forget how cold they are. Suddenly a whistle replaces the sweater sleeve,Lint on my tongue
i put this off till now, but you know what? i really didnt appreciate that comment.
besides, you arent one to be telling others to improve.
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