by Lul Seay

Created on: February 01, 2007   Last Updated: July 31, 2011

cotton drywall, i love your sweat sock stripes

There they were, those crumbling walls and your shocking smile, painted episodes of artillery and lace, and those black panties you liked so much overtaken by time and your brutality. You and your machine gun stand, you've always been so orange in our destruction, surprisingly tactile, my bedroom could barely withstand you.
You and your champion way, you were always so cautious in your endeavor of me. You would take large quantities at a time and mull over them slowly and carefully, molding each morsel into something you could safely stomach. You have a way about you, I find myself questioning my finest detail. Your cocky air and well manicured hands, I can't swallow your disregard

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