page 2 romances
18.55. 26.09.12. © Lizarikk
like
suckling on
a tongue of vanilla
mousse laced with poison
you know like when he's blowing
up in you like a balloon and
the music tilts like a
plane ...
I suppose
they're after
that pestle and
mortar quality ...
simples ... what is
it about a moose that
is somehow delightfully
idiotic cheery and festive
with a lantern face that glow
like a squash ... the ridiculous
grunts they make like the disturb
bull sniffs the air devoid of purpose
ok now I wrote that before i saw her dirty ice cream
in fact I've done other stuff about ice cream
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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