Christ, such a dork. Beneath the yawning,
all leaf and stem - memory device
protruding from a secret compartment under, like, 1/2 an inch of flesh.
I've only seen it once, during a hallucination.
I had a fever and they held me down.
Step one,
carefully remove birthstone earrings, and
step two,
implantation.
Silver disk that taunts the shoal.
I meant to say haunts the soul. Anyway
I'm getting in too deep, and you really are such a dork, skipping down the sidewalk,
captain of your very own ship Don't-Give-Two-Shits. And
maybe we will picket this fence, explain that it's not the one being poisoned, that
this is literature and this is artLol, and fence,
either you're a dum dum squeegee-ing water from your windshield
or you're one of us bear cubs in high heeled christmas trees -
Idk. Pls,
give me something good to dream, sunspotter.
See, if I stack these two sponges on top of each other and then squish them,
I can make the tahquamenon falls.