That morning I shat like excavating a pharaoh’s tomb. It really shook me.
Thinking I could peel back the eyelids and open her
Thinking I could peel back the eyelids and open her
Like a pharaoh’s tomb, she would lay a trap pillow I’d fall into.
When I woke up, scratching my ass,
I found her cookbooks on the couch. Why can’t
I stay on one string of ideas.dumb.
Write for a few minutes, expect gold.
Write an hour, get a sack of coal.dumb.
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