Propagate the species. Ignore the feces. Newborn bald babies eat their little brothers and smile within the crunchy parts. I coddle and nurture tunneling tuber death roots. Sure, suck my nipples. Won't get you anywhere but I'm happy to comfort you anyway. I'll wean you on cream cheese and cold pizza. You will grow up fierce. Fierce plant with animal aspects. Eat your way through the wall to bite at the Sun. Ah, my little cross eyed creation, isn't the evening Sun sensuous, soft and dangerous, like you. It shines on me as if to take my picture before the storm. You might try to peck out the bridge of my nose, aiming at the eyes, but I wore my
helmet just to see you.
Under the overhang of the porch . Above, the sadness of a Fall drizzle in Florida is descending, obscuring the clear sky sounds with it's patter. Wet silence curtain of water drawn around and enclosing me. I am so dry the dust of my soul clogs my lungs.
Feed the babies.
Feed the babies.
Feed the babies.
Such nice teeth.
helmet just to see you.
Under the overhang of the porch . Above, the sadness of a Fall drizzle in Florida is descending, obscuring the clear sky sounds with it's patter. Wet silence curtain of water drawn around and enclosing me. I am so dry the dust of my soul clogs my lungs.
Feed the babies.
Feed the babies.
Feed the babies.
Such nice teeth.
rottenart:
whoa...