What I shall decide to write may inflict more than a morsel of pain upon a forlorn cinnabon, poor dear...but not really.
Apple-picking I must.
Here I come fuji...then, puttering passionately through the patches of peaceful tangerine-colored pumpkins, I pick a perfectly round plumper. Just like Lucy on the seasonal Charlie Brown special

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"and you say to your reflection, let's get outta this play-E-ace", except I am not tempted by the fruit of any other...*smile*. Damn songs that people come up with. I mean you could take that line to so many levels that it is ridiculous, but you know that whoever wrote it probably saw it for face value and thought that it just added to the base ( Read more... )

Sweet, but still never seen a zucchini that big...cohog, under-representation of that which is indivisible by sight...its shell, morphing into a breakdown that encompasses all of a licorice stick ( Read more... )

razzle dazzle and a piece of petunia for the blessing of a thousand sands ( Read more... )

Underworld...then look below...

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Whenever I am able to find a black mermaid I am shocked ( Read more... )

Jezebel and sinking spell watching the cow jump over the half eaten swiss known as the moon...then cross the street that was once an off-beaten path, pass me a hibiscus plant...fuck bond paper...and my estrogen levels are hella wack even at my less than 25 percent aged mid barely half way there, holding a smile and a spear. Now sounding like a ( Read more... )

As Told By Ginger, yes, I love the cartoon aeight...so EVA.


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Gawd...you know what happens to your inner you when that feeling wells up, that particular point of your being when you realize that there are actually seeds in a fucking pomegranate? You know after you spent all this time thinking how something so seemingly vivacious, better yet something so seemingly boldly shaded, has so many hang-ups inside, ( Read more... )

Just this...WHAT THE FUCK...that is all.