But it is like every other day.
a day to check my grammar of things i wrote 9 months ago.
a day to sweat out all the stress of work, living, life...the ex, the ex ex ex.
AS IN SEX SEX SEX
booya,
cmon what senseless dribbling idiot would want to hear this mundane crap
at such a non mundane hour.
believe in powers that rub your magical zone at night.
then put a face to that power.
It would prolly resemble that of your late grandmother.
and then you will cut out (insert body part here)
and marinate it in your sorrows and fry it in a skillet
you have constructed out of your hopes and dreams
and fart out the convulsive baby that you have formed
with the father and mother being unknown, and all of its orifices
keep firing hearts and stars and little rainbows
that say
"i want you to fuck me there"
"nice and easy."
"nice."
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