we called home stinkadena me n all the neighbors who still do **** it made my daddy and his daddy obligatory consumers from employees with degrees in chemical engineering
now i live in the barrio and all the pretty yellow lights on the way to granma’s went blue through brown hue bright light took my sight taste of **** placed on my tongue i’m not done
from this moment I will own Myself a costume will not tell me what my Gift is or how to give it. my progeny will have names not numbers with my presents i can See the future