Before you ghosted

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    Thinking is p i e c e y        saliva

                                            poured    less string into it       and you will become                                                   stable                                  but not satisfied.                                                                  I’m going to empty myself

in                                          free repetitions,               continuous,                 more and more pleasure filled noises.

Noises     want my lover                                                                                                      to come and get nowhere.                                                                                                                                                                   Imply me in cold socks,    still.                        Staring clearly.                    Beginning soapy absurdities, presenting simple                                          porcelaine  explanations.          

Puffs.

Tears had been                   made                   while you sing.      

 

 

I call you envelope

 

Delivered carefully on schedule and impeccably papery

Tiny paper angels fly you in an envelope

I’m already dipped in drool

You slip me onto a cotton pillow

Oh! It’s your cheek filling me with minty

Super sexy quietly

 

What you’re telling me glistens like virginal

Single babbles dangle into papery

You spill clean laundry

Envelopes me,  my giggles get pillowy

to a bathtub

 

Because I kept drooling,

leaving the hallway floors  in mint

condition, a teensy less solid

Wet papery

Redelivered in licking another envelope

Your arrival timely

 

lusty blessings in quiet

Your blinks twinkle space, it’s papery

Baby smell bound

acquainted with the moon in a tidy envelope

bountifully sent

 

Envelope

Empty me. Thawing the pillow

With the goodnight  mints

left by ghosty butlers quietly

slurping awkward splendidness. It drools

loamy confusions, wrap me

They don’t inform me they serenade me in quiet

on  perfectly sealed

 

Still buttlering?

 

What are Bon Zus

and Zu Bons?

We were

squeaking at our sights

 

What is fluid?

Desolation doesn't seem like it

and all of it being connected?

means the same as blobbing Incongruence

It makes sense your name

means holy light

 

My Candycane,

I'm pretending to be a nurse

dressed all in baby yellow

covered in a kittys chasing fishies print

It makes sense your name

Actually means holy sparkle

 

My Tasty,

are you just cubicles away

I now find out I'm a fake faither

I’ve been a dishonest magic defender

 

 

Devastating garnish

 

I was a fresh baby

I’m an ashy dry

As I am a butler you are imaginary

A melted snow bunny

leads one to reflect on the arbitrariness of value

Disappointing results to say the least

and I say the least because there is nothing more to say

The number of gods was endless and innumerable.

The lines

they are fuzzy at best and probably meaningless

I adore you, now only with adornments

devastating  garnish

 

 

Boo

 

Bamboo is shooting

perpetually prolonging.

I am forever rearranging the surround

is renaming me

in a flawed laboratory.

The dough of being is an elastic solution

oblivious to the united plankton that saved us and the whales

 

Can cleverfull fill you, dear puddle?

With crisp understanding?

despair despite being alive

in a sensual configuration space.

Embroidering my preliminary paste with silk string

clasping onto wonderland,

while squeaky clean lets out a dispirited

sigh of collective depression.

Where is the rubber duckie's bliss flinging me? Forward.

Nowhere.

Middle leaking vast middle,

slanting gauzy batter.

Pain could be inciteful but i want you

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Final Fantasy

 

You hate your flat face

I seriously know it’s godly

brinking off prosperous

boundlessly into me.

You tell me I look like final fantasy,

never beautiful,

never a phrase used

ever dwindling limit

 

My guts for you are cheesier than clichés breaded in sugar.

So sweet it screeches bliss,

a volatile overstimulation

painful cumming

now being stained dolorously.

Being weighed but emptied by it.

It, because there is nothing else

to call it,

to describe it as.

Even to myself without words

so ill conclude on illusions

while in some strange heaven

of cool snow bunnies

withdrawal is paper weight

wiping the petrified slab

containing microfascims waiting to crystallize

 

I’m a stoner for you

 

Over spilling time for you now

But your body isn't here to make it to any of my appointments

therefore I must do ridiculous things with my hair

Multidimensional buns for you

imitating orchids.

You are so minxy

that you've fabricated this perverse pillow

God! you are naughty!

But still always make my bed

Impeccable manners.

Now I open every door for myself.

 

I used to attentively listed to the absurd gossip

I requested and you delivered free refills

I feared your limits were unclear

and my solution was to taste ambiguity.

Now that’s my obligation Candycane,

we won’t develope, fulfill eachothers dents

and i really don’t want to serve my self decisions

I want to giggle watching

You nervously perfect sleek

You executing ultimate gentlemaness

Your wide

 

 went

 

I went

to see if I felt closer to you

closer than usual

But no as corny you're in me.

And it was a relief not getting closer to you,

knowing that I'm always as closest as I can be

Although completely aloned by you is impending

A separate party being made itself in the file cabinets

so I am capable of boundless logic

Assured supplementary dimensions are readily available already

ta tas covered in glue

and all that cum is making my face sticky

Bursting from the seams

is just a fancy way of saying i miss you

 

Touching hands has never been as significant

You said I was a miracle

I’ve stopped praying

It’s like you immediately knew my fantasy of you

and decided to indulge me

daily up keeping it, diligently

I was getting tipsy on your words and mine glitch drooping

I didn't remember liquid paper existed

using it freshened me

I can't believe you’re not here

to be refreshed by it

I started dreaming but you're also not there

A taste platter with horrifying

ever horrifying flavors

 

 

 

Office Gossip

 

After I'm done changing from my nurse uniform

into my butler suit

into my client prink

into my receptionist sexy appropriate and back

I glance into my slutty coworkers cubicle

to unwind repeating to her:

I miss Minxy too much

and in that too much another I miss Minxy is said

Again and again

Till she says, I miss him too,

what are we going to do?

She responds with effervescent meaty coconut sips.

The concern this nation successfully

addresses  a big beverage party

We talk till I admit I can't understand English right now

I'm too fluffed for the alien watery rs

I keep on glancing at her tiny nipples

in that industrial thin blouse,

this shade of grey seduces me.

And the sleek finish is like Albanene

Aah! (moan) a word. Truly to the papery aspect of translucent paper

Albanene reminds me of Minxy's tone

Should I explain this thought to her? I'm not sure she’s with papery.

 

I'm invited by things wrapped and stuffed with themselves

A rice paper bun stuffed with rice

Paper coated with glue folded to make a cute box for a stack of papers

We talk about the weightiness of our intervention  

We must shame Mr. Kim

I say, I feel it is my duty as a lady of the world

simultaneously I think of the serious ridiculousness

of my involvement in the office gossip

And the only reason I see myself in this position is because of you Minxy

you left me no choice but to infiltrate,

solicitating supplementary data regarding you

She says that with my assistance this intervention will smoothly succeed because Matt wants to be on my good side.

Oh how good it feels to feel powerful

and oh how I wish I was above getting power high

Laboring to bubble,

not because I enjoy the job

but because I need the convincing bubble

to professionally slick me

Sanding porcelain dumplings and

being filled with rage that Where the fuck is your cuteness?! I need it so bad

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Spite

 

In spite of slathered

with the saddest.

The purity glimmered for me

prelude after taste

Specific thoughts slurring: we were once ice cubes

Residual accuracy is failing

Tear dipped blankets but I believe in hackers

God detoured but there’s hope in anonymous

 

 

Chipi Chapers

 

Chi pi cha peers could mean tears if you like tacky dreams

It could be the sound of dripi drops

moisty early i cry about you

but it’s totally normal and expected

 

Quickly Sloopy realizes that my dusty lavender is silvery and beauty fuller

than her bright lilac.

I'm like, I know!

Wow the love between a person and a shade is so slithery

It means magic is real

it’s like my unfathomable attraction for that line between the paperiness of paper and the tangy ink's slight spread. Subtly purply

The yumminess in that slightly is as unimaginable as world peace and angels constantly making out with us.

 

 

Ghosty

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I could freeze the cookies in glue

Ooops! I didn't foresee the sprinkles

Least favorite color seeping

there’s a lot of nasty tints

Neglectfully blending

I’m throwing a tantrum

Also there’s only unsuitable insufficient descriptions of your words and face

I want to honor you

with an egg shaped dollhouse

cracked in half

with scenes in each room with portraits of you wearing black lipstick

Sticky mucous imagining you into the game

I want to present you with sweat

i want to present you to globes

but I couldn't enough

You posed for me on the sly

You ghost next to me

Thickness continuing from your black hair

in an endless black gown

pure drops of clearness pour.

I'm never dry

I'm permanently wet for you

 

 

Save Zaaahaa

 

Zaha Hadid died two weeks ago

The Illuminati killed her

And we are just now receiving the news

So we chant:

Save Zaha

Zaaa haaa haaa haaa

I’m reliving your death with giggles

Sloopy is sobbing on the keyboard

Landmark! Architecture! Sandals!

Give your money to Save SAAA HAAA AND BRING THE ILUMINATI DOWN

That’s what your money should be going towards anyway

We made 23 dollars

But now they are trying to build a golf course on one of her buildings

NOOO!

So many losses

Very Hare Krishna

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Zu Buns

 

Sopping ing filthy talking

Ing

about Bon Zus

porcelain dough topped with bamboo

sprinkles glimering purity

 

Slowly descriptions flop

even to myself anything I say

equates = this blows

Laying in not talking

So tight is the only thing you gasp

 

Baby Bonus

rice wrapped for you

say soupy with a lisp

yours,

Panda princess

and my cotton ears are nervous

 

 

Trying out Hentai

 

Trying on Hentai

Schoolgirl getting gang banged

Pretty drawings liquefy my guilty filth

My belly flopped on the mauve

room wrapper

my face mishmashing the shark gummies with the cherry rings

I have to be discreet

The receptionist is alert

and he mustn’t know

I don't care.

You said something about liking my panties

but down playing it

out of respect for the rest of my outfit

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Foyer

 

Polishing my pearl,

starring out the office's window

wobbling into the wobble bed

Maybe the tree fucker will walk by.

 

Two saint satin dresses

Pasted back to back in the foyer

my hands tucked in my uniform

Still waiting for treatment

I always will be

at least I have my felt patches to lull me

girl scout badges hush the fears

 

Left behind is:

• A wet perpetual puddle of glue

• Fancy rose rice piles

in porcelain delights made by smithy

almost as cute as you

but not even really

• Sopping despair

or repeated horror

My only choice is to remain a butler

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Petaling

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I prefer petals

and the common pens

spoiling ourselves with bundles of lies.

 

Is the wind ringing my tone?

Mother willow?

still many awkward moments of self doubt to come

Sometimes i make an ugly face at your slapping end

But I can't excuse myself

 

Pinecones are cute cause of girl scouts

should i get puffier?

fuzzier, i definetly giggle more

but being wrapped in bubble wrap

doesn’t allow one to do much

cliques are worse though

 

Good gollys am I this apart from you?

I'm not really a plant feeler

More of a plastic pervert

never-ending fills of gloss and anything pearly

I want to be an adorable chappy

 

Without itches prickling through my tights

pretty pleases with very cute sounds cherried on sprinkles

your eyelids the size of the wind

 

 

3s

 

I’m aroused three specific of each

it feels complete

Three of each style of dish:

three minimal tubby line ones

three made out of rices

(pebbles are rice)

three swooshey ones made each out of three swooshes

three handmade noodle ones

extruder made immaculate noodle ones

hexagon shaped noodle ones

 

three whites:

clear over white.

milky white

and bare porcelain

 

three flat squiggles flopped on each other

overlapping

 

the three highest notes of three instruments

a baby harp

a wind chime

and a piccolo

Sounding

In bouncy

flowy

and sparkly motions

 

three religiously:

bloody thick shame

questy psycadelic holographic

and kitschy girly whimsy

three types of cheesy

tacky

corny

trashy

Soviet kitsch

Mexican familiar kitsch

Rococo politicians kissing babies

and cheesy cheese like a crack addict

Toxic, it makes Slooppy confused about her desires

Be consumed by it

Eat it

Be it

 

Paper:

Wax paper,

translucent

white bond printer paper

They make me think of:

clean fresh gentle but sharp almost nothing

heraldic device to represent a family or corporate body vapor

crests

badges

emblems

Symbols: My devotion to you Minxy, Bumble, Tasty

I cherish

relish

you’re etiquette is

gallantry  

cordiale

suavity

Persuaded

I adore

I’m enticed

enthralled allured luring

 

charmed by

charms

patches

baubles

entice

invite

incite

felty silky velvety

lopsided