#fry
A cross. A crossroads.
The desire to erupt.
If the world were red and brown—
If. Jarr
it open.
Resist and grind.
The clouds were piped
by God. Onto the sky.
To forget the tombstones—
To remember the tomb.
Round it out and fluff.
Depress into the ground,
fellow bush.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
It's like moving in slow motion
While the city lights
Br in the fast lane
Cutting me off
Cutting me off
And then
They burn my eyes
While they cut me off
As I rocked to the top
Higher it rose up
But I never stop
I'll never stop
It's all I know
And all I've got
Long live the hard flop
So I'll roll with the punches
And see what I've got
Way to go
Small fry
You're in the big leagues now.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
Identical twins
Separated at birth?
Tadpole and a fry in a pond
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 11:06 PM UTC
She laughed like a Furbie
With broken voice box
Somehow digital and shrill
(Low bitrate ***** )
All discreet ones and zeros(um) game
I know how to fix her with
Aqueous solution seed
Fry her circuits like LSD
Bring down Skynet
With my ****
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC