Cadburys, Pickles, and The Red Stuff

Mar 30, 2001



tangled mess of nerves and vessels

emotional incurable

diarrhea of the head

from head to tippy toes

bodies like tubs of lard

jiggle wiggle

my tummy hurts...

step on my back

break the pain off

shoot me in the head

stop the nonsense floatin'

why are you looking at me that way?

chocolate, gooey sweet stuff

fried chicken and tamarind

pour me a hot bath

massage my stomach

pull and stretch

i'll still scratch

your face

your sweet innocent face

i don't wanna see....

vacate my line of vision

my jeans don't fit

may i slap you?

leakage drainage

more leakage

body draining

weakness aiming

damn this 'neechay ka' pillow

suffocating my crotch

forgive me if I'm crude

better yet

screw yourself

and you ask, "what's wrong,"

and you say I'm "a bitch today."


Currently PMS’ing, interior designer. Wallpaper’s out.