Apocalyptic Aphorism Aedes Aegypti

Cottage cuts my aching heart while I take a sip of sorig tea

I make a strange sound like a manatee with pregnant vibes resonating inside my belly

Took a sip which makes me cry out loud, "What a ridiculous taste, Yum Bum Beautiful".

Hold my hand when I give birth to a young one with a beautiful face and free with universe to kiss it's ankles

Tea and coffee with honey or sugar, not a big dilemma but water is a must...

We all want water in our bellies, man is made of 70% fluids including water

So what happens when there is no water?

Do I kill a man? People might say certainly not but all right, I won't you tender babies

Solitude and the term werifesteria are synonymous, empty pockets of fragile heart and shredded unused soap to clean the waste under my arm pits

Why make sense when sense makes you? What is up with such dialectics and rambling you cynical nut sack!

Hold on for the light is red, If you cross the path you die my friend.

Hopeless heterosexuals and beings alike cross the road  and see the truck blistering forward with gas chambers and neon orange bright as light which hurts our eyes

Obvious reasons to write are not so obvious these days, keyboards alike produce music and words which evoke a melody of lethargy.

Where body begs for more like cocaine and void becomes the priority

I smell the socks and tears roll out where happiness is a boon

I pick the gun and shout out loud

Now or Never

Boom Boom Boom

-Kaze