yummy yucky

You jiggled on bricks and he contorted his
smile to a frown, making it difficult to recover, basically signing off
before the project began underwater. Flows of fins and tails splash
on these tales of foolishness and rivalry just laugh they'll
eventually understand you are making fun of them. Thank you lips,
bitter dimples and terse jaws replenish every new awakening, every
picture, and grasping the telephone, which saves you every time, you
fall weak by stars who align those friendships. Pocketed schemes
make you feel good as you ascend the stairs into limbo because
nothing has changed, you might as well have remained a fish, a
fish with big sunglasses slam dunking the way to grass roots and a
big fig tree whose moss makes you drool. Bacteria swallows your cake batter lies and glazed fingertips, diminishing their original work and effort. Soapy compliments fill lungs of loafed bread, waiting to fatten. You coax wheat into becoming sugar, tainting the smell of pies lengthening those legs, whipping kicks into tart attitudes. That oblong body is representative of a segmented diet, ham sa. Classic floozy, classic waste.