A wise friend once told me, “A vagina is really just a penis ornament.”
Tuesday, July 14th, 2009skipping, skipping down the hall.
Play hopscotch or tether ball.
Twirl your hair and lift your skirt.
Eat a pie made out of dirt.
Archive for July, 2009
When other kids dreamt of becoming astronauts and firemen I was dreaming of becoming a lounge singer. Now look at me. Where did I go wrong?!
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009Wizards, and swords, and fucking star trek.
I’ve got pearls hanging from my neck.
Swing and sway and swish and swirl.
You just made out with a Catholic girl.
She tastes like shit and she reeks like trash.
Snuck out in the morning and left her some cash.
If I would have just listened to the doctors my twin’s ghost wouldn’t be trying to take my soul so that he could live on earth instead of me.
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009He whispered to his friends thinking that she wouldn’t hear.
She slit his throat and left a note and all the women cheered.
Tobio has a penis! I totally forgot!
Monday, July 6th, 2009Walking through a garden he was screaming like a girl.
Pickles, tomatoes, onion rings.
Mayo makes me hurl.
He isn’t perfect but for now he’ll do.
Planted snails and gingerail, but nothing ever grew.
I just coughed so hard I thought my throat was yours.
Wednesday, July 1st, 2009Slapping soapy sinners sailing slimy unkempt boats.
Choking on a hair ball from fellatio with goats.
Clingy cocky careless men with muscles to their chin.
Arrogant meat-head bouncers that will never let you in.