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Re: NaPo 2018 Neapolitan Stats & Cloud Center
I am responsible for 7/8 uses of the word cannibal.
Apr 3, 2018 -
Re: my mother, the purist, says people in love don’t need props
Bird-watching "I want to cum all over you, as friends." If you lived next door, I imagine you'd choose the bedroom, second floor, soft white ceiling, with the window across ...
Apr 3, 2018 -
Re: my mother, the purist, says people in love don’t need props
Lamb god is clicking through prayers like old emails cannibal, her wild curls swinging, kisses and licks the pale pink neck of man. god is clicking through prayers like old ...
Apr 2, 2018 -
Re: my mother, the purist, says people in love don’t need props
The following poetry is likely to contain the overtly sexual, the possibly blasphemous & (worst of all) improper hyphen use. You've been warned.
Apr 2, 2018 -
Re: Flow. Someone please reveal to me this mystery!
@Willard always says my flow is weird
Apr 27, 2017 -
Re: april poetry
april 19th I ask Alison are we a happy family? she says no playing Medieval games I put my head on your stomach & wait for you to ask me ...
Apr 19, 2017 -
Re: april poetry
april 18th unconventional chess lesbians I'll finger-fuck a barbie with my nails: long & pink.
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Re: april poetry
april 17th dear Jon (without an H) you held me, while the whole world vibrated. if I was a chameleon, I'd smile, a teeth-y smile & be happy. for now, ...
Apr 19, 2017 -
Re: april poetry
april 13th tuesday laying in the grass, eyes closed, you, on your back, me, on my stomach, i rest my head on your chest & you tell me all your ...
Apr 19, 2017 -
Re: april poetry
april 10th suicidal breeding in the death act, park swings are rocket ships, stairs are portals to a (parallel) floor; that never spit us out the same place twice, your ...
Apr 19, 2017 -
Re: april poetry
april 9th i'm not smiling yellow puss dripping from my ear tastes like lemons (smiles & sunshine & sunshine)
Apr 9, 2017 -
Re: april poetry
april 8th i hear nothing car doors slam shut & suck all the sound with them back turned i feel the distance between the city's skyline & my scapulas grow
Apr 9, 2017 -
Re: april poetry
april 7th necromancer-dancer Pillsbury flour snowflakes landing on your eyelashes & tongue under umbrellas black & blue & black the rest of your friends are forgetting how to get wet ...
Apr 8, 2017 -
Re: april poetry
april 6th the inbetween you stop, hovering somewhere above me, your elbows sinking into the cushions, our shoulders, and chest apart now, my skin begins to goose bump. you stop, ...
Apr 7, 2017 -
Re: april poetry
april 5th on being a goat pt.2 you're acting godless, body not fitting in skin, you're too small, then the next minute too big; fleshy stomach pushing against cardboard carcass. ...
Apr 6, 2017
