(ApprecCJ8n, 0.25: Cheesy Smells Like Teenparrot)
own went, by in whens i'd spen'thru unsolid songalone. No songalonliness,
lorralorra dohraymefasola lonliness,
cuddibs, convince cuddles from those slyminded wax sirens, 'women' as
psychosoldered from scolds i saw when i signed on. i'd dive
inta my dive, in fatuostracised relation-
ship of depth notwavestanding th'enstranders. Now lysander's linked
like indexmiddleweddinglittle, i indepthness defty seek, with Her who is my new relating,
deeply indebted ta Cee's top depths - feefiefink of lifefink and love-
fink, they're lithe forks! Of same yes. YESOH YES yesget sensually replete, freudian-
jungianlyunbunged up on fragrant Cee! My musing, nosing heart
thinka 'inca sex' and 'raw promise', 'sophistiprimalpickmeup' and 'swells like ten spirits'
- nowmyinnermostemotions sound
like stocklist of deodorants that retailata pound!
i sharnt hiss like an underarmspray forwhenonehonkslikeabutt,
or a butt that honks like a hissing butt,
or hiss as the gas at a possessive last dance with a demented anallyretentive
had 'better half' who won't be the past, who possesses less faculties,
but also the keys. i'll neveradopt disguislisp, poshpimp's tricklisp, a lithpp as fine as
senile hair. i sharnc utwith brusquely unpretty prettypleases o' a moody polly's
graft - just twid infinitum Cee's upmode thru Her wally jomblats! Withpleasure, mine.
o Her lightening holywarmmilklolly smile and i'm a cheese-
ball, buttering up a star. Unbelievable!
A brandnew stormy adore me i thoughtshower: CeeYa can't take it
coz Y'always had thepowerback, i won't appeal Yourtakeashowercackylicerap
coz i wanna appeal, nor wring antistinkcamp's
thanks for clagnitless schicklichkeit , just insist
Cee insists She loves me oily and yellowy too. Ceejay says She'll love me
tho' i be nicotanned mature deador cheddar alive,
bitnibblible nightmareprimer pongy and twee me. Don't wanna
crack Her, but i love being 'truthful',
whichis too d-louche and all - as a condor with a condo for wallowing, 'for the birds!'
They can and can't fly. Where whywhere we are inside
- i hoohitonhi truth one stoner's throne away luvtatell, um... My truth is way of
sharing what love i am when i am hurt's full-
est thing, ruthful as life's mites, truthistlefull as 'well i might...' Building
cancer carvedin stonedness, sorta unsought truth so try a subtle
scuttletowardsthelight:
'truths' are one-d doomed yet infectious, like art-toon 'adventures of tuberculosis
and shoestring fungus', tho' liced letters ofthe love i sharnt lice up arnt