got 99 problems,
i am every one let's have a falafel together plus all the pickled stuff wash down our esophagus with earl grape or a pink cake smoOthie it’s in your best Pinterest my thoughts are hard candy, some kind of soft crack. each day i lose my bathing suit to the pool it's a mardi gras monday with a diamond grill bubble gum/bat shit, and bangs down to knees disco ball in the doldrums. shhhh the spiders are making me a kimono but, you can’t take the abba out of me and everything is glowing the shit out of the show. it's time to lip sync a sensory deprivation chamber full of laceLuv and Gin&Sockets i died of: a really airy chiffon romper. This is my star-fuit: tropes and tropicalia! i start the day in sequin suits of armor for my froYo (kind of) sadness silence it with lemon fizz’s to suck away my luck with a one of a kind pink noir ring pop. i’m the only boy in my boy band i could’ve been a tear at your eyelid but you closed if i make you a gilt omelet, would you still crush on my swizzle sticks and the ticklish glowworms i have to offer, you? my angels are kind of the prettiest it is no longer september, in between my astrology chart said wear a Lacoste polo we are drinking the Crusade Koolaid in a gutter bloom the walls are coated in dark neon dream silk the sun is this really big homage to Corona commercials there is an eeeeeeeeeemotion sickness here WE CONSUME: meringues and moon milk for marionettes and fried iced champagne i just out-fois gras’d you. poetry is easy. banana, chocolate. chocolate, banana. dip, re-dip. + artificial intelligence sweetener |
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