"hons" poems
I’m writing an essay
on purging variables. It involves some fieldwork:
today I’m going try porridge. Yesterday I tried soup and cucumber slices.
Hypothesis: If I use a 2:1 fluid to oats ratio, it’ll be so ******* easy that
it will barely qualify as
self-induced regurgitation!
Result: self-hatred, an electrolyte imbalance, a ******* sore throat and
two hours of my life that
I will never get back.
(Once, I really wanted to purge an ice cream cone. Instead
I was staring back at
bits of a cheese toastie and salad, which I’d
had before
the cone.
***** sake.
Bodies are weird!
Or maybe
the data I’ve been gathering on this
pro-ana forum is unreliable? Citation needed.)
I’ve got a presentation tomorrow
on calorie deficits.
If you want to have 35g porridge oats and 45g banana for breakfast
then you must make it with 120ml water and 80ml almond milk!
Or you could
skip the banana entirely and
Have 45g oats with
a drizzle of honey.
It’s as simple as that!
This or that—
If P then Q
A scientific practicality!
A logical fallacy
eroding my sanity.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
oh lady oh lady
Me sew so shady
like Buns on hons and guns for fun.
For I
I too have got the runs.
and
as I run
nocturnally internally
Big boys bagged me
carefully gently.
Make a mean salad
Devote no teeth but,
Take a meat salad
and share it with a friend.
<3
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
Dribble down the chin
I do all those
leaks out into
my birth
and what I am I
for I think
I am here before, there for I am
trying to to be more than I was before
I am maybe not!
did win a B.A. Hons Degree
but tried hard
Run for the hills
hold the the children
for the first time
for they are the next you
wish that is true
but it not
but they do smell nice
Mostly hate you
they are like
the good bad
you never know what you get
to be more than you
more than you
ok that is good
but you thought
the birth hard
this is the question?
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC