I want to make you a butt flap.
I want to make you a butt slut.
What did you say? What did,
oh you could put it in there,
My only friend.
I'm putting, quoting,
a cunt, now fang.
Milking my double penis
I just want to die (suck a
dick) now write an intro.
(Conclusion starts here)
Donkeys are great dildos
but you can't trust them to
keep your monkey. Keep patting
my back, I put these in here
cuz' the language is fascinating/
nay a quote of process and
metaphor. An "afterthought." I
have HIT A WALL!
I will write you down like a New
Yorker on a midwinter's day. I will
hear clicking to the sound
of a mellow beard.
1). I've peed a normal amount.
2). I'm going to try and do that.
3). The "mechanistic actions."
Three times. I am three times.
It's now a book, it's a sexy, it's
the old estate that we are making
sense and tender of.
Yes, I now want to kill myself. (the
silent making of puking and essay noise)-
Professing she, she who is professing, I sigh,
Now a heavy breathing.
Now a vagina, a Thanksgiving Dinner, I am
still liking of going.
A painting on the wall shows fun techno
freshman dancing half naked (possibly talking of Silliman)
we are moving as an 8 and shaking. This
is what you mean when you say
there should be lots and lots.
Oh my darlin', the balls are
falling across horse races, upon
a strictly blind day,
a foggy stare.