Sorry, I'm drunk dear. It happens all the time.
Honestly, I thought I loved you. Too bad you're so
damn lame. Scare me with the chance to die by people I

would call friends. I guess it's a lovely trick. I probably
should enlist.


Grind me meaty. Wash me holy. Chew me crust
bloody. Spit on me. You know I trust you dead.


GOP's oily sudsing. Attempting to wash what won't
rub. Flossing gums, then licking bottoms. Nonchalant,
they're gropping crotches. Raped green by forty ounces.

Shiny bliss. My @@#!y drunk grin. Pretentious for
deceiving you. You're gullible for believing me.


Grip cold drink starless starlet. You're the stench that
sates him. His zipper's sticky on Sunday morn. Ron's a
fist of cement late for breakfast.


Emmanuel Kant. Hamshackles, and first and ten.
June bugs lick the horses teeth smiling in the grave of

summer. $$#ume texas stance. Moled south for
Houston. Toads dismembering flies. Ill-behooved to
miss them.


I tend to think we are free.