Great, Lot's of good visuals-

Yes, I have loved. But she didn't feel it. And yes-It hurt

have you ever asked generic questions over and over again?

Have you ever beaten yourself unrecognizable with a poorly strung tennise racket?

POWDERED SUGAR IS 5% CORN STARCH TO PREVENT CLUMPING

Because in the real world that wouldn't happen, and in a imaginary world it would be considered unimaginatively boring, unorganic as far as the story goes, and irrelevant first off. Secondly, it's not my style, I tailored it to you. If it was mine, it wouldn't be posted because it has NO focus, no center. What you've done here is invented something better left to lie around longer in the hopes of being put to better use than that. 1) It's horrendously long. 2) has the shape of pigeon shit on a slow moving vehicle. 3) Attempts wildly to be cool and different, but insteads winds up cold and humorless. 4) Starts off at something worth writing about & ends up at something not worth reading entirely. Muwahhaha or not. 5) Writing is an exercise in communicating specific ideas. not to listen to yourself be unspecific

Boy, when I watch the gears in your mind spin, I have to reassure myself that there's always sundials just in case me and you are the last two alive.

"In that boggy bottom plight" "He rode upon the bay" Unless he owns it?

Ack Bassward (freeverse) by TPBOD edited by horus8 Woke up early. Right around sunset. Made myself a bowl of whiskey ala cancer stick. Gobbled it down, and followed it up black label to red with a screwdriver (a flathead). Walked outside to my tone lemon motor tryke. Got on and drove to the lake. Four miles off a dirty road on a child's bike. So here I am. Just sitting on the shore of this Salton Sea inferno impersonating a hangout. When along comes this girl with a shake as clout. She's selling her virginity first hand over fist. So I figure why not? After all, her glow is kinda first & last kiss. I no sooner have it than she goes whore. Being a new virgin and naive to what explored, she took it back from me changed but not sore. Bitterly disappointed I ran off in a huff. After walking for an hour, gone mad in the buff I reached the dirtiest roads end. Where the pavement begins. But being of foul temperament & nude, I decide to use my thumb to pull a ride. Along came a biker, he said, "Tis warmer inside". Still retaining all of my stupidity, I decided against my better judgment brilliantly. and got on the back with a smack. Shortly there after, I was brought to the bar where he gathered with his pack. With Mod whispers they talked of things that could be. Sensing my impending doom I optioned to flee. A smokey bar with guards at the exits, but none watching the bathroom. So I walk in proclaiming 'a lizard drain', and whom should I meet with nothing to gain? A man clearly not able to hold his own liquor. So he held everyone elses & slept on the floor. Much as I hated myself, I stole his floral blouse. I then proceed to sneak out the window and creep out to where my mustached host had parked. I watched in terror as they pulled the drunken lout out where he was beatin stinky with a trout. Oddly enough the police arrived shortly there after and I was put into a cage for being nude without a gown or a cathater. I told my story convincing with winks Until a shrink came in with a pen, but no ink. Suddenly I was two feet tall, and the cat lost my tongue. I ended up confessing to everything. Boy the songs this bird sung. There after in the cell right next to me. Was a man selling more than his dignity. For a cigarette and a favor, I didn't intend to live up too, he let me have it, twice, what can a boy do?. Shortly there after, again, I managed to convince them that I was insane. They put me alone in my cell and the shrink came once again, this time with ink and no name. Again I became two mighty scared feet, but this time I ran out under all of their heat. I threw myself in through a laundry shoot. In the washing machine room I got to feeling cleaner and grew back. Maybe if I dressed like them they'd cut me some slack? I left twirling my night stick & never looked back.