I fuckin eat silence of crickets for fun. I got life afterlife and a name like Baby. Every time I try to cry a teara new kittenhead grows out of me.

How do god fit him ass in them jeans when he is, in fact, Everywhere

I simply ate a fish-head, but fish-heads won’t fillme now. Your attention is a fish-head,so throw it back into my new body, backinto the body climbing the stairs.

The half of her that is underwater would like to beunder a desk, the head of her that is underwaterwould like to be fully immersed.