Guhhh fuuuuugh I love.
You with a thick head filled with juicy brains
I stumbled over and kissed your forehead.
You screamed but then moaned with me
Guhhhhhhh Muuuuuhhh
I got your hair stuck in my teeth but we laughed about the gaping holes in our heads.
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouUGHHHHHHHHH
We got on all fours and slid on blood of the new earth and bit on each others lips for the excited juice that oozes...
Like Jolly ranchers of coagulation entwined forever in the asphalt.
The puppies cried to our deaf ears and ripping we sat next to their limp forms.
My computer hums and I realize I'm not a zombie...yet
Can't I just pretend mommy?
Reply: Nope.
You're a sick little kid.
And sometimes you cant differentiate between your you're and your's
And Sometimes you dont punctuate properly
And sometimes you type and dont make any sense because your sophmoronic and bland.
And sometimes i Hate you for existing
And sometimes i just keep typing and dont want to stop
And sometimes i think theyre incantations of red magic
And sometimes i believe my red magics will summon you back
And sometimes i feel like a hopeless magician
And sometimes my cauldron is filled with tears
And sometimes my cauldron is filled with blood
And sometimes my blood is worthless and vile
And sometimes My blood cures the sick and lame
And sometimes this feels like a gradeschool chalkboard and I'm having a manic episode and when I stop chalking this electronic board I will die.
And then it ends.
