#1
infatuation
called for a kiss
on her Bostik lips.
i kneel and

Vomit

Concrete

At her

Feet.

with tongues
slaking lime,
i chokingly grit
and aggregate:

"Don't Bother Clearing Up"
#2
vomit concrete at here feet

Oh god I love it. I can imagine this being sung harmoniously over some sort of mix of lantlos and my bloody valentine.

also, is your UN a reference to Adams?
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I think God has at least 3.5 billion human penises, and many billions more penises that are out of this world.
#4
I really like it, there really isn't much to say as far as suggestions go.

would you mind giving mine a look?