My man is so good to me...
And treats me so fine,
He keeps me coming back for more...
Each time I think I’ve had my fill, I’m back again,
It’s a treat for all my senses really, every last one stands at his attention.
I mean, how can I resist?
Look at him, moving like the king that he is, with that **** grin.
He brushes aside my hair...I feel his cool breath on my neck, a soft tickle on the skin...
Then he whispers,
“More eggs baby?”
Don’t you just love a man who can cook?

i dont burn my calories
i *******
i n c i n e r a t e      them
         obliterate them
break my fist for their departure
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  e                        and     s    v    r
   e                                     a    o    y
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sweat

The whole is equal to the some of its parts
and my parts are ****
the rest of me could only follow suit
as the law--the theory--the timeline--the cosmically known universe
insert bigger word here
consumes, consumes--
bites down on me.

If part one fights to be what I hope is to be good and part two fights to become the character foil do the parts equal nothing?
If a tree falls in the woods and--
no one is around to hear your stupid lies?
If one plus one equals two
then that's me, and you, and
Who is that?

If the whole can't be whole without its parts
can space be space if we haven't seen the whole of space
bars at night close in the morning
and the more I ponder and ponder and think
about it
You are no more better than me
Than I am of you