Greek Salad vs Lou Ferrigno she ordered a greek salad w/ italian dressing interdicting the specific flavor intensions of the dead bastard who invented greek salads she never wanted a sandwich or a hotdog, which also might be considered a sandwich or whatever the hell other meal type options are out there …
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love gets hungover love gets hungover sometimes, from too much loving after a long night of about you thinking wakes up the next morning with its still loving head throbbing like a sensitive truck built for delivering flowers caught inside the middle of a demolition without you derby stumbles over to the …
love reads Charles Bukowski love reads Charles Bukowski with a grateful sigh of relief and mortal terror lobbing bottle caps one at a time like wild west bullets pertwanging towards the spiffy booted feet of the puzzle box poets making them dance for their crimes of cloaking the raw & beautiful insides …
love knows all the words to that one Matchbox Twenty song love knows all the words to that one Matchbox Twenty song you know the one that I’m talking about the one that starts off slow with the wet volume swells that sound like a couple of loopy whales dancing beneath the warm …
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love chews love chews like a giant octopus trying to squeeze through the front doors of our favorite Mexican restaurant freshly perched upon the rooftop, it throws a big tentacle through the window wrapping its suckers tight around our all-you-can-eat buffet, dragging it jealously back to deep water together we put our …
love rides a bicycle love rides a bicycle like Ryan Adams singing a fast song about life turns the corner sharp in front of the camera shop thin tires spinning with a punk/country drawl abandoned video stores pitch in during the chorus hearts get dizzy beneath the third bridge but love peddles …
love will haunt you love will haunt you like a beautifully blond ghost driving a convertible graveyard past the carwash of how they’ve left you over the bridge of what it used to feel like to fall asleep next to them thru the woods of the poor mismatched miserable bastard you’re dating …
