do you feel loved?

wine on my cornflakes

tidal tearsare rollin keep on rolling up the street and seepunderyour doorframe, barefeetdrowning sucking footprints of a lifelike there beforedon't they keep on washinbefore turning back to shorewhy don't they keep on washinbefore turning back to shore?in a hypno-rhythmic-tic tic blackslick silver flickers deepest puddle flection, fastin fingerspullin suckin, mirrors crackinwhy don't they keep on rollinbefore turning back to shoredon't they keep on rollinwhy don’t they keep on washin?don't they keep on rollina lifelike there before

drubnkenrubbish

okok ghet a big potato and an apple corer and pull out a section and tehn write a message...."youm ust killy mummy and daddy" you know, something arbitary or just plain frightning...then stick teh message in the appledcored hole and replace the cylindrical potato part and then bake it....and give it to your boss or somwwone that you would haveto fight back laughing at when they pull it out. hahahahah. the end,