Irresponsible Palm

Ha,

Bothered not to pour red wine into the right cup of fuck the trigger button aimed at restless pedestrians.

Couldn’t distinguish in between bra sizes, terroir grapes and type of graves for these misérable people to shoot or not to shoot.

Ha, it’s you again..

Writing poetry on the phone.

Hands rattle, death is ticklish.

Watermelon is expensive for bi-polars inner climate has turned polluted.

A mask, surgical to cut the bad luck. Don’t worry, 10.000 Euros and will sort you out with something we cannot tell you in advance so just headfirst back to the pussy, don’t be shy. You’ve been there before.

Ha, anyways and anyhows.

Stop autocorrect my aristocratic Instagram profile.

It’s allowed to be a narc on the platform where everyone wants to kill followers for the game of fame.

Ha, just sitting in my car, World War 3 impressions with a capital W for Washington, The American Dream.

Ha, we were fooled once more by peer pressure to pull the trigger on the target that’s been staring in the mirror.

Ha, what a night to be drinking and cheering for birth control.

And letters woke up 100 years later.

To plastic grandchildren, we bought on Toys Are Us.

The United States of our colonial genetics.

Ha, wait a sec, where are you from puppet poet?

Salt water and newspaper for breakfast.

Nothing else.

Do some crying, and when your done.

Let’s do the loving thing, OK Cupid.

Drafting a romance to take place when we’re done doing nails and scratching the walls of this very lonely room.

Gotta hate something before the love insurance intervenes with a penalty, arriving just too late in life. Not in the mail.

Some neighborhood dog found your bones in the back garden.

Why did you go so fast?

We said, patience.

Now it’s too late, the Halloween kids are already here.

Sour or Bitter?

The new question recommended by a caveman, demolishing the dream of last night, today’s nightmare.

Thanks coach.

By the way, the pic was just to see light doesn’t penetrate, celery sticks are kept better in the dark side of our life.

👋 Ciao, a foreign minister of the self waved and has thrown half pizza just because takeaways are for the madafakin purr.