Tropical murders with that sweet orange juice girlfriend, that you’d spill the glow out of the moon-squeezing it like an apple till it spews out liquid light. Just frosted arrows, up on penthouses in frozen yellow clouds; big like big light. Swinging in water, our heads fall into triangles of blades, slicing, but who cares about our love. We just continue to roll around in life’s web, of whispers, and girly girls. Inhaling leathery coins through one’s nose, how can you ask me why I treat life like candy? How um, damn dandy that is Mr. Coat-is-too big, you’re fine like wine, on a night of rain, and broken promises. Those sure are some lonely nights. Weeping on the off-white carpet, crying with a bottle of wine in your left hand, and, and a cigarette in the other, so much oil emotions run though your eyes. You’re stuck in your room, with your brain stuck in a broom, and your heart stuck in last June. It’s alright lover, I hear your mechanical coughing, quite well through these thin hotel walls. These pancaked walls, are so high. My eyes are bleeding with height, my heart is beating at a million quarts, of fuel injected intakes, mistakes mistakes…all in all. I can’t wait till we die, and go to heaven. Suicide sounds too romantic to eat, let’s dine baby. And so we ate, ate all the shroomed love. Loving lovers…..leave us now. Now love, like grown consumed herb, word……word….
-Do not Disturb