Dance me into a daisy cakes,

With all those strange beings within there

A spy maybe looking down on love

So cowardly and ignoble base humanity

I see the foul waste and wonder

When oh when

Will we do much better?

Accept the shampoo..

Go into the feeling

The feeling you like

It feels good

Hair alive with snakes

Now it is good

Thanks to Medusa Shampoo.

Map to the heavens...

It was in an odd box

With finger like locks

Held their inside death's hand

To look inside is to understand

The undead days

In which life can slip away

As in a day we love

We rarely age

Love your life.

Do better.

MINOR STUFF

NEVER IS THAT MAJOR

ALWAYS LOUD

BUT I KNOW MINOR

FROM MAJOR.

Dinner for Hater.

A lovely new destroy noovel.