FEELINGS IN A MOMENT
Reach in your pocket.
Feel deep for that box cutter.
Cut cut cut you dynamo man.
Anger, anger, kittens, anger.
Die.
I'm dead.
LOVER'S REMORSE
What more do you want?
I can't give you any more.
I need one kidney.
THE WAY IT IS REALLY
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.
Jesus loves you, more than you will know.
Wait you dirty bitch, take that out of your pocket, I saw you put it
there.
Fuck you, fuck you, stop biting me.
ONE LAST QUESTION
My skin turns black.
Fingers once sensitive now feel nothing.
My skin putrefies.
The sun is my lover in a summer wind.
Why God did I have to get leprosy?
WORDS LEADING TO AN EVENT
Erotic.
Disgusting.
Sensual.
Gross.
Lover.
Creep.
Marry me.
Who the f*ck are you? Give me my f*cking cash before I call the bank
manager!
*Searing pain!
Mace hurts, doesn't it!
FOR YOU
For you I would:
Sing in tune.
Wash my face.
Drink a soda.
Swim a distance.
Throw a pebble.
Wear matching socks.
Buy the moon.
Marry my cousin.
You would leave me.
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