how you walk down the street this is my walk boom boom boom
are they models? they look like models.
pierogies at veselka
rapid conversations hands hands and then you couldn’t believe it she said.
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how you walk down the street this is my walk boom boom boom
are they models? they look like models.
pierogies at veselka
rapid conversations hands hands and then you couldn’t believe it she said.
View original post 118 more words

Disturbed by
The over use of the word love
Extraordinary emotional moment
Something escapes me slowly
With no reason or pattern
At best
I accommodate the leaving
Hide the dying fly
With a cup of coffee
Biscuits and gravy
Half empty Sirachi bottle
Addicted to pretzel shapes
And cheap nuts
Busy hiring others
To promote your lack
Of promotion
Slicing through mountains
Bleeding boulders
Pouring dreams out
From the trunk of our car
Drunk tweeting
I’m so old
I don’t give a fuck
Bullshit you’re better than that
My people!
Waking up at 8 going to bed at 5
The under use of the word love
We’re not just running a business here
We’re fighting a war
We are building a life
It would be so easy
To just take the medicine
Connect the dots
Punch te click
But
Something has to change
It might as well be us
We support the change
We spear the fish
And then we spead the love
All around
Like peanut butter
My friends!
We dance close
We get it on us
And then we
Spead it around
We share

No pets allowd
At the welcome center
You could tell by the way
She folded her arms
She’s was box office poison
A gal from the sticks
With a heart of oak
And a wooden smile to match
There’s something a
Little too sensual about
The mouth feel of this candy
Do you have any idea
How many times you’ve
Said the f word over the course
If this conversation?
Peeing makes me have to pee
The hospital made me sicker
Engenieering a longer lasting flavor
The shortest distance between
Two pains
The long lost art of
Practicing delayed gratification
Brushing off demons with
The soft catlike hair
Of an old man
Making love to a wall
That beats me every night
We all lace up our diamond
Encrusted cat skinned
Girdle the same way
One soggy cornflake
Soaked moustache at a time
Look inside the light and
Don’t forget your sunglasses
Watching the numbers rise
Spin out of control
Hell is for real
And it’s full of people
Who feel the need to
Advertise it’s existence
On billboards from the
Side of the highway
Beans in a bowl
A relatable stranger
It’s the little things
This is not fun
This is not supposed to be fun