my twenty-six militants are disappointing me. i am absolutely blank

i am the insect Queen, but i have never battled a spider like the one i just killed outside. it could have easily taken down a frog or small bird

jury duty was a joke. i can no longer separate medical terms referring to infant brain injury from long winded geographic genius interview responses and the shit that people talk about when they are bored. i am NPR

i need a fucking camera

i dont know what has come over me. i just made really old turkey dogs and put them in spaghettios. im grossing myself out and yet i keep eating it

yesterday my boss almost ran over a GIANT snapping turtle in the drive at work. she had me trap it so her husband could get rid of it. today he told me that he ran over it with his tractor. wtf? then he told me he found out it was female because when it squished, eggs came out of it. WTF. about half an hour later he came back to my office and told me he cooked two of the eggs and ate them. WTF?!?!

as if i sleep on solid mountains wrapped in stony draw, i could lay forever, growing into your ivy arms. i bind myself to your feverish grasps and higher still we go. Queen, you run this show with charms and cardamon sighs you violently wield.  i can feel your hardwood heart beat. travesty teacher you cannot cheat death. lie in our lies, in lies we lay together, across my crying maps to draw our grace full circle and bring you back again

Mila Kunis plays WoW. your argument is invalid.

WTF IS GOING ON HERE

post nasal and moaning in the morning. i dont think you can keep up

i smoke too many cigarettes

you can not win

crop circle princess, i cant read your thoughts, but i know the perfect game to break you. hypnotic preparation on my part may be required, but merely to subdue the behemoth disquiet i unwillingly tend. remember the pitch and moan of our wide winter? it goes a little something like that

i cant spend enough time reading the notes that frame your tame presentation. if not for foreign distraction, you yourself tear me away. your unwavering conviction and covetous eyes do more for my agitation than i prefer to admit

alright, i give in. control however, belongs to me and i am a selfish Queen. i will hear no complaints though. its one of those serious kicks, being afraid of something you so desire

my entire body is a weapon

your sex gets better every time

i dismantled your sing-song self with sure hands and hungry eyes. how do you feel now?