mandag den 23. november 2009

junkfingers

i was was cuddling with the cat - then my fingers started to smell like pussy
i was peeling a grapefruit - then my fingers smelled like pussy
i was doing the dishes - pussy smell was on my fingers
i was talking on the phone with a friend - only smell on my fingers was pussy
i was putting up Ikea shelves - and my fingers smelled like pussy
i was cleaning my room - with smelly pussy fingers
i was smoking fags - but my fingers smelled like pussy
i dont know why..
i was writing a poem about my issues with my Anna - and they still smell like pussy

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The next day

i was was cuddling with the pussy - then my fingers started to smell like cat
i was peeling a pussy - then my fingers smelled like grapefruit
i was doing the pussy - dishes smell was on my fingers
i was talking on the phone with a pussy- only smell on my fingers was friend
i was putting up pussy - and my fingers smelled like Ikea shelves
i was cleaning my pussy - with smelly room fingers
i was smoking pussy - but my fingers smelled like fags
i dont know why..
i was writing a poem about my issues with my pussy - and they still smell like Anna

onsdag den 4. november 2009

jeg bobler og flyver. giver fingeren til mit dankort er spærret den 4.
sætter af i hop og laver en pirouette videre, tager dig i hånden og hiver dig ind til mig. kigger i dine øjne og vinden tager mig med videre hvor jeg lader mig rive med, ud over taget på en høj bygning og bliver så til stjernestøv på himlen.