I don't write. I create.
I pissed on your driveway.
I posted on the gram.
I saw your post.
I stole Ben from you.
Ben came willingly.
He said, ‘I hate him too Unique,’ and shared your secrets creatively.
We plotted against you.
We dreamt of vengeance.
We counted your networth.
We sold it with ease.
33%
Ben and I are best friends.
Last Sunday, we pissed on your driveway.
Thank time it’s Friday.
Time always goes on.
I dreamt you fell and needed my help AGAIN.
I pee’d on your head instead.
I’m awful. I know.
No sorrow.
Cider, Cider, Cider, Cider. CIDER-UPPERCUT
Spinning-bird-kick!
Cider gains.
Yoga flame.
19 shame.
Designer fame.
Playing games.
Shaken mind frames
They died again.
We were never truly friends.
Murky ends.
I bleed again.
And again.
And again.
Until my untimely end.
Hugged it until it passed out.
Cut its back, left hoof off.
It screamed at me and I shout.
‘You’re a liar!’
I remember I said that.
It kicked out at me. Then ran far away.
Live in my roof.
I’m awake at 0230 because of the elephants.
Stomping.
Weed smoking aka drug dealing.
I live in a thin walled building.
I hear at least two elephants.
Trumpets.
She talks so damm much.
Ssh!
My boobs are better.
I’m here for you and only you.
My back is stiff.
Arms are sore.
Erased you from my memory.
Haha!
It never happened.
Who are you?
Stop it.
You awful titled person.
Your status means fuck all to me.
In this realm you don’t exist.
I once ?
Did absolutely nothing.
No idea what I’m even typing.
Don’t read this shit.
Imma call the police.
DAMM
I’ve got an empty bottle.
More wine in the fridge but that’s like in the kitchen.
Call the authorities!
I never watched your channel – I followed the bean.
Jack is on my ass.
Fucking giants on the gram.
Is my fridge still open?
Fuck it! The food can fade to off mode.
The wine will stay in place.
YouTube.
Ah! Fuck it.
I am Ironman.
Ted Hughes gave birth to…
Went my pussy.
It’s unshaven and looks wild.
I heard it roar but if you’re saying it barked, then…
I’m in bed.
God texted my phone.
Nah, I never believed it either.
He’s still on Mars.
Alex bit my flat ass.
I’m totally flying with the geeks.
Social.
Stop following.
Ah! But now I owe you my attention.
I’m not available.
I’m have no internet access.
I reside in a rural area.
I don’t know anyone.
My internet is down.
In bed.
Hot feet.
Loves dead. My love got you blinded.
Loves dead. Wine has our bonds subsided *makes no sense
Makes sense to Unique.
Ah! Indulgence on love life. I’m dreaming.
Wine.
For Unique.
For life.
Oh. You talk back?
I don’t wanna hear you.
Oh. I saw you naked.
I snapped every second.
Your body is forever imprinted on my mind.
My mind.
Imprinted your body.
Oh!
Crispy croaked on coke.
Don’t do drugs!
Buzzed around during our third kiss.
It was all an act for you, my dream of lust and bliss.
I called you baby.
Do you remember that?
I called you baby, wearing a top hat.
Baby, get out of the corner.
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