Bid me, and your Sally Joe,
above all sense of multiple weeds...
Wrapped thick,
in putrid stench...
I wonder...
should the walls...
From a poetic view finding words is nothing new...
~F.T.L...
It's eleven 'o five as I depart,
an ordinary Saturday at a seemingly...
I love to talk to you,
and it seems i will have more time...
You were once my good, reliable friend,
but lately you have been driving me around the...
Dear society
of irrational animals...
Fingernails were printed on a shelf of broken...
abused by the riverbed near Ethel's flabby thighs...
It takes a strong stomach to navigate a Holocaust...
There's a tale in every picture...
Run, o Jew Boxer, run!
You are Jewish...
Micro-cats.
The tiny male courtesy's to society's bleeding...