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.