Kiss Me, I’m Drunk
Monday, March 22nd, 2010Carefully separated her bones from the skin.
Made beautiful lampshades and cozy moccasins.
He ate the meat and cried for days
then cleaned up with oxiclean he bought from Billy Mays.
Archive for March, 2010
If the only bone raft left was made out of that fat asshole we used to call “Shorts”…
Monday, March 22nd, 2010Monkey shit, popsicle stick
I’ve got a broken heart.
Chewing my nails
while writing woeful tales.
I’m just not sure where to start.
Do I tell you how he kissed me
or leave that boring shit out?
Do I kill him now?
And if so how?
Or aint I got the clout?
Hooters’ Chicken Wings are NOT Good. Let’s Get Real People.
Monday, March 22nd, 2010He tried so hard to contain his laughs.
He did his best when he learned that the window to her soul
was not above her nose, but on her chest.