I dont realize that he makes me eat things and makes me fat. its all so relevant. im a cherry bomb hidden in dresser drawers. im a hugged pendelum, not naked anymore but braced and waited for and heard but not shaken or, well shaken but not stirred cyclical motion i thought about popcicles and where the connection was the root word to send me to uganda and buy a plane ticket along with a show one to let you enter my most gloriously vulenerable state and to prove to you my sick notions tested in waters with biting fish i know sometimes the meds make you sick they shouldnt but in cases where the patient wants to breath and be free of bed rest doth sear mine eyes fiona make a connection this is just tredding water. base of my forehead chakra pronounciation is correct the dams so full with all that lime green water to fall over my pinks and purples send a red flag out and it gets stopped up with marshmellows.