The enemy was the same as us, cannon fodder for chess players. We killed them as best we could burdened monsters crying prayers cursing horrible ****** landscape skin in hair and mouth and eyes. I held pieces of my brothers to whisper insane war torn goodbyes.
"I love you" "****" "I quit" "Don't worry it will fit" "I promise it won't hurt" "Forever" "I want a divorce" "You don't understand" "She gets me" "I'm sorry" "It's not you" "It's me"
I've been unlucky in love. I will be rich when I make a risky bet on a new innovation. Trust new love because you're near 70. Just grab for the brass ring one more time and remember to take your blood pressure meds and ******. Update your will.
I believe in air and growing hair patches puberty, free me liberty. All lives matter, same old batter, never quite right too dark or light. We live too long to love a song or smoke a **** or love her ****. Oh My God, I do confess it's true.
Dragging the strip long ago smooth thin fem boys glow. Made up as fairies grow into *******'s final blow. Poppers they take more inches, delightful score. Rod died from Aids. Memory never fades.
I can't take another you're pretty. You're kind words wreak of pity. I was born a stain in a family of pain War torn father brought it home. I lick my wicked wounds alone. Keep your love to yourself in a lonely jar on your shelf.