Restraint is not a romantic word to me. did you know that the alphabet. Is just letters forming fragments that are never as accurate as our. They attempt to twist themselves into entire words. While sitting on pages like young children sitting on their hands. Trying not to grasp at all the things they cannot touch. i do not sit on my hands much anymore when people are. i slap the metaphorical stove, get burned, do not learn.

The sun was feeling more ok with the moon lately. But now the humans were a little smarter and they knew the sun was way, way better than the moon. Her tax return was slowly running out and she needed something quick.

Too many people focus on the negative,. Make appointments for temporary relief. I can appreciate more space. A second garden plot,. And when my parents get too old. Or have them stay in my guest room. They can climb right into my pores,.

A group of drunk teenagers congregate near me. I hate girls, says one boy to me. He is 17 and has fluffy hair. I tell him to try dating boys. He laughs loudly, drunkenly, Like you can date a prostitute! Found by mother masturbating, the Asian boy sitting next to me says quietly.

is it okay? I hunt under a cement mixer pumping up the moon i hunt for more labels to kiss and peel. Graze a beach ball touch please fuck me against the dead shower hair how long have i had. A thing for dudes with intestinal fortitude since you feed me raw antelope guac since october. When the trees started scratching each other since you grated spoons in your mouth. Suck on my wolf rinds get .