It seems that you have stumbled upon this site, for which I have no answer as to why you are here. All I have for you are more questions. Questions upon questions upon questions. So, if you don’t want to think, or you expect some kind of answer, then run little one. Run very quickly away. For this is not the place for you, and you have stumbled into an ever expanding mind with no foreseeable exit.
A flower blooms in a tar pit.
A thirsty fly drowns in paper.
A silk nightgown on rain clouds.
A carbonated flat tire.
An illuminated copper shoe.
A spilling sapphire receding behind prawns.
A giraffe swimming in a shot glass.
A dichotomous hippopotamus on house arrest.
A long-sleeved homeless tape worm.
Wrought run sun with veined split ends.
Picture framed water stripes.
Tattoo dust collects postage stamps.
Rewind socks chirping before sifter.
Thylacine doctor runs cling wrap sand.
Curled caverns on perpendicular charcoal.
Words knit bodies on the ends of extinguished outlets.
We eat out of bowls
hands intimately cupped
around the curve
giving the food a sensual body
I wake up
thinking about all the stuff
I have to do that day, then
part of my brain ruptures and
I fall back asleep
Anger and I walked home the other day
a mass of snarling teeth
and the color orange snapping
I yanked its umbilical cord
for I had birthed it
God is dead
and so are the
in my left leg
But I did
4 days ago.
vallee man nimettonam sagen
everything is different
ein anderen Anders
kenn ich nicht
I know not
wo habe ich …
xhoja esh rafti
boodeh bala ja payeen?
hamshesh zusammen kardeem
Why should I apologize for queefing?
You shouldn’t. Say it was a fart, the cat, an old boot, the sound of the patriarchy dying, or, better yet, say it was your vagina and then be proud of your squeaky balloon pocket.
What should be done about my unkempt muff?
Nothing. If you can grow it long enough to cover your tits, then you got yourself a bathing suit for summer as well as a toasty winter coat. It truly is for all seasons.
Should period stained panties be thrown away?
Only ever … periodically.
What should I do about the dark nipple hairs around my areola?
Braid them together and run howling naked through the streets. If possible, attach things to them and windmill them in front of parents. A piece of advice, go for the parents with the furrowed brows.
Should I change the sheets after cumming?
Continue adding to it. Ideally, if you are currently laying in a lake, try creating an ocean as we are currently experiencing a water crisis. Then, sleep in it and feel proud that your body could experience such glorious unfiltered pleasure.
I was a white cow
being led by a shadow tree
back to the barn. I could not
through the door until
to a more manageable size.
Inside the barn
the brown bull was mounting the heifer.
I was guided to my stall.
On the clean hay
lay two calves,
one two and the other one,
dead from neglect.
I felt nothing
and trotted back out to pasture.