And on the fifth day, all the stars decided that they would never align again
Because my butthole was so full nobody could see
The fullness surrounding the sleeping bag you chose in lieu of a nice back rub
All chamomile lotion ran out
I'm wondering; will peppermint stay?
No, her. In the back. Yes, you.
Immaculate exquisite donations
Given by divas on acid trips
Swinging from trees and giving blowjobs for Christ
It was the last time he saw his father
But the first time his father saw him
"JUST LOOK AT ME DAD! FOR ONCE IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE!"
MAYBE THEN YOU SHALL SEE
March's summer silk and football boys
And at times all she could say were things that weren't words
Flowers on flowers atop mountains of words
But a mountain you can't fall down...
Slowly calling under covered skies of pink
And he slowly slumpt in his worn leather chair