Disjointed
a photo contest comprised of sunsets,
bold colours in designer space,
cluttered floors in teenage bedrooms
forecast our impending dooms.
she hates it when i burp.
like some auditory
unforgivable sin
crashed, ruined her dinner.
Without lemon, my enamel
grinned as only enamel can.
My tongue frowned, tasted fishiness,
the stuff cats lick the last bit
out of canned tuna cans without
dolphin (the fish).
On some island, quintuplets raid
private traps for food. Not hunger,
but greed steers them and tickle sticks
to Plato's "crustacean essence."
Smuggling is out of the question.
posted by Pureblood Prince @ 2:59 PM
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I had a dream about unicorns and funny liittle men one time too, and they took cool pictures of the sunset! we are more alike then i thought!
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