Help me quit the gym! by Johnny CrimsonSpeed through the 500 mega watt
and keep left at the fork..
rerouting..
rerouting..
A chewed-through appendix
that follows all State and Government regulations
must self-regurgitate into the laps of lament.
Left field loves me,
your human mother is a cave beast.
Sensing the disconnect we click
the keychain alarm stopper button.
Droves of birds diving south
into the brains of the Earth;
suck the sap from her skull
as the knowldege flies south for the winter.
You're my favorite computer to flirt with.
Search engine fetish.
Surprise me...
We redirect to the east-end of Westchester
where the Long Island Sound kisses the rocks to sleep.
I sat straight up as she eyed me.
No one looking tonight
she gave it away.
Yes, I finally fucked my Ipad.
08/01/2012
Posted on 08/01/2012 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
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