ThumperA Jackpine Sonnet How quietly she moves,the old one, scarcelydisturbing the floorboardsway above my head. Such a light touchas she tip-toes fromroom to room,her floor my ceiling.
PSor eso te deseo con lujuria, a ver si tapas esta herida, que une nuestros corazones.Siento que quemas y nadie te rescata.
Peré otro poeta que habla de la vida y sus enredos y que la muerte en cada tema es la vida.
or dentro, mi cuerpo está destrozado de pasiónes.
God I really hate men sometimes… which is an issue cause..
Mentally - I wanna get married have kids etc
Physically - I’m a loner who doesn’t leave the house so it’s not like I can actually meet anyone irl
Spiritually - I’m a man-hater who just wants to be left alone to do IVF
MIy coworkers messed with the mirrors on my work truck, poured soda on the windshield, and left eaten elotes on the hood. My natural next progression was wanting to put grease on their brake rotors.'m no good at prank wars. I take things too seriously