Hanging out with you is like wearing a pair of boiling piggy toes. Hot and chawed, concave bubbles of saw dust and sand. Blown away, cancelled and clad.

Take me away with nothing and everything at all. Here is the way to the blade of grass that I would like to plump my behind upon.

Cushion my fall you are doing nothing at all. I see that from my helicopter, you are a tiny car, broken and on fire. And to think of this tiny residency of action how highly insignificant your great and popular existence really is.

I’ll open the door for my foot to place onto. With a bloody nose and cracked nails. Any compliment made by themself to authorize their believed and concealed power/less self shall not be a compliment at all. Arrogance.