Is it true? Can he be put back together!

In this universe there are wood peckers 

And doll houses for those who seek

Place beyond this place and time

Perhaps together we are held 

In the gravity of heavy objects

Love can tear us in two

And it takes a genius to invent glue

Especially Superman Glue!

Hotter!

My turn, oh yea.

Perhaps this is the end of Superman!!

I'm too hot for your hot plates.

What a lovely thing it is, (STD's not included)

Sex heats up in the spring

Falls with the flowers from the trees

Running like sap

It consumes all things

From the well of love new things

Swans mating cries

All the world is a humping.

Anytime is the right time, even now as i write this love for you ideation prose.

What itches you so much?

What is the apocolypse anyway!

It can't be!!!

Not the Golden Globes.

I also like my fortress of solitude.

Too hard to resist.. can't stop!

And the meaning of contentment is 

To some degree master and achievement

Bliss bars are basically for losers.

This is for Alice and those long nights of lonliness and boredom.

Todays ghosts.

We must not fall into a deep dark sleep..

Better than sex.

Well that was a close one.

In the future there will be improvements or death and destruction. You decide.

I'm not a woman.

Young and always on the fun!

The love is the best part darling.

It was so obvious!

What of the world today?

I sense a new magic

Something like love

But less tragic!

I understand you perfectly!

Wear a condom!

This is just a new world to conquer.

Happiness is not violence,,

Is this deep?

How is it that plans don't always work out perfectly!!!

Your face.

I can't see you behind the mirror

I like the night life.

This is so exciting, I got to pull my pants up!

With a pounding sensation

He felt a softer part of her

And it was like a galaxy

Of sex positive positivity

And then suddenly

A high tech hot tub!!!

Got older and now gone.

Proving yet again that I am the supreme leader of the feminist movement.

I'm a low maintence husband.

This is how it is.

I like the word "Mind" in music lyrics. Almost sounds nerdy or brainy to me.

Love sounds scary if it can't be a word of meaning.

Trust is required.

I can't be that our species is that bad, or are we?

What now charlie brown.

When I go away

There is no coming back 

No land of glory 

It would change everything

Then to wait and sing

And wish for justice

Mercy and respect.