You say you don’t have time for me. I ask Not You, But Just For Me: Am I the Source For Whom You Seek? Sources springing naturally, Flowing Femininity, Flossed LipGlossing, Glowing Free, Taking HerSelf-Care-ishly: EveryBit She Claims to Be, Quite the Curiosity! Fish-Nets Tight Quite Stockingly, Electric Zings Sting Shockingly, A Mannered Faced So Prettily, The Cleverest Mentality And Most Exotic Personality! Better Get Your Hooks In Her Or I’d Not Work to Rest Assure She’s At “Home Alone” for sure. Better Get those Hooks in She Or she will soon be Schoolingly. In circles or The Shape She Wish: In Many, Plenty Droves of Fish.
Shouted Warnings commence to start; They Pump my Lungs; Inhale My Heart Into this Hour, so deep and dark; Doubts Held and Felled by Intention, Grabbed and Groped from Group Convention, Al-Men-Ac in Defintion States
Officially: “Some Undeservedly Women thrive Most Certainly; Prefer a Caged Captivity Where you’ll soon find you’re lulled to sleep, Milked till Dry and Sold for Cheap.”
This kind of Girl is never Pleased, She’ll Say You’re “All [She] Wants and Needs,” Then Pouts and Withholds Sexually.
With Joy, Escape this Misery Of Winters Discontentedly, Stanch the Flow and Stop the Bleed; And Spare some Inner Care for You; Love Yourself and Blah Blah, too.
Take some time to Find the Hitch As Bugging Thoughts Raise an Itch Too-Familiar; I Can’t Raise the Pitch Sales and Sails in Seas so Rich Where looking up, you’ll spy A SPELFISH BITCH!
I’m the Boss I must Declare it: Gift Your Stick To Please Me Deep Inside, Gift and Share It; Stick Me with Your Lonely Carrot. Lonely, too; I won’t Spare It Or Miss the Opportunity To Stick your Carrot Back so deep inside of Me.
Discovery swears I’m weary Now And Then as well a Home to house Feelings scream: Intensity! Beg You to Reach Out for Me, Drown Me in Dark Memory Back when You returned My Love. Now dicarded, Lonesome Dove.
I don’t have the time to WASTE Of all the days: NOT TODAY! WASTEd time I cannot face. I cannot WASTE my time today! I’ll Lose the Saving of my Face, Vilify my self-disgrace; I must not NOW procrastinate With all this time I seem to WASTE! WASTE-ing time on every day! I ONLY have myself to blame For WASTE-ing time in such a way! Apparently I’ve lost all Trace Of All I planned to do and say Before REFUSE-ing out the WASTE, Causing me to turn up late As All Whose Time was spent to WASTE Abandoned Plans fucksaked away By My Selfishly-Delayed Payment for the Time You Paid. About this Price I Never Paid? I Spent It All on WASTE Today; You were Patient All the Same, And Never Bothered to Complain.
Given the rise in popularity of the “True Crime” genre of entertainment, I decided to improve the Clue board game.
It didn’t seem – to ME, at least – that the theoretical mansion was particularly large or the theoretical murderers particularly adept. I decided to improve your play by adding new rooms (“crime scenes”) and killing objects (“murder weapons”). My generosity isn’t endless, however, so you’re still stuck with Miss Scarlet and Colonel Mustard.
Attic Breakfast Room Cabaña Den Eat-in kitchen Family Room Gym Hobby Room Indoor Pool Java [the] Hut Kitchen Laundry Media Room Nursery Office Pantry Quarters Rumpus Room Sunroom Toilet Underground Pool Vault Walk-in Closet Xylophone Jam Room Yard, Front/Back/Side/Prison Zen Garden
Antifreeze Bare hands Candelabra Dagger Electricity Fire Glass Heroin Icepick / Innuendo Jackknife Kill Kit / Kindness Louisville Slugger Mixed Martial Arts Necktie Overdose Plutonium Quill Rattlesnake Sword Talons/ Taser Uzzi Vibrator, X-tra Large Water Y-incision Ziplock Bag
I used to be a Somebody Who’s now content as Nobody She sits around and speaks in Rhyme To herself for ALL the time. Does she burn with growing madness? Or are Much Words a sign of Gladness? I will never understand; I’m just the owner of the Hand.
You think your secrets Terrify Though I have not a clue to Why; You think I can’t exist without It Tears me up then brings me Home. Home to find You in my bed, Dreaming of a Love so dead To You, it has been quenched of Fire. Once convinced to burst in Flame, Now Inspiring Cold-to-touch Weaponry to thwart Desire And Broken, grasp at Any Crutch.