And may my lovely boy in Germany never be short on love, apples, or chocolate milk!


CaterpillarskiOn every street, the souls meet, single hand hat tips, tricks that glint like iron boot shoe shine. He’s no heavy ticket, saunters down with forehead in hand, and shadows that fawn over his feet as he composes sonatas on the bowl of his cranium. He says it beats lobotomy and it’s the only other escape. We’re missing waves, getting lost in feathered souls, in fearless voids. Paddles are sitting restlessly, but they can’t melt concrete. No dancing tonight, fair hydrogen hydroxide, I must remain constant in my asphalt tendencies and leech your oil instead. Lovely, like toxic rainbows. Waterbug limps to the edge, avoiding the twisting strands ofCaterpillarski
Lady Curve
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"The ending is brilliant. Seriously. I might get that inscribed on my casket someday so God will understand."
from the looks of the comments floating from times passed you used to have some poetry on here. do you think you'll grace the net with your literary contributions again?
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