#fauxem

[rasasvadamour]

[a--mo]

Ode to Doing the Dew in the Morning Light

Ah, the morning dew--how it glistens green on a can on the fridge shelf. How it signifies a broken gasket, an inefficiency of energy, lost in freon mist through the night. How it bubbles at the wide mouth when popped-- cracked--open. How it fizzes in the gullet and slides seamlessly down the esophagus. How it settles coolly yet warm in a pouch of stomach acids to make super-acid-dew-stew. How it commingles with blood and spreads its influence to the brain. How it twists perception, how it clouds errything yellow-green. How it makes hatred for the lower class. How it stays with us through our youth. Oh, morning dew, you are my cruel lover.

[a--mo]

Socrates talked to everybody like a child to be respected. what did anyone expected?the man was depraved. Everyone in his age was a respectable child. I've preordered some of his work from Amazon to backcheck my resources. It says written by Play-doh.

[a--mo]

Nobody!!Not Even The Rain,Girl!!!

Glamor Shots're

defunct

            they used to

            utilize a water-proof

                                                  hair poof

and boas with onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

                                                                                          Jesus

he made grandma look like a handsome man

                                                                      and what i want to know is

how would you like to make busy your hands

Mister Death

[badlemonx]

I've got red on me.

Don't worry,

It's just cow blood...

This time.

--Poems by Willum