Flow
Why you're here come sing me after all.
Friend bound frequency.
No, no baseball. Underwear. Garage.
Goodnight.
We All Scream
Help Me! I'm getting turned into a melting blob of goo!
Sufficiently Warm
My tofu and beef.
Here.
There.
A fog sinks below the moon. A cookie, soft and chewy.
Caches.
Caches. Lots of caches.
Never will we see such long wide open holes to fill again. The caches have been stolen.
It is so so sad.
Sticky
Sticky sunscreen sweat wipes off with wet paper napkins. Some suckers seem surprised by sudden downpours, but they shouldn't be. Five fathoms deep, I want you.
Intentions
Itch in the nose creeps up to the eyes explodes.
Fellow creative expressions, intuitive unreasoned outbursts.