Fueled by Malus domestica

You touch the tattoo of the sun on a warm belly that once carried a baby for a while..

Junior year, I wrote a paper and titled it: ” the evils of eradicating bacteria.” That gave me a good laugh for some reason.

I’m tired and horny, at the same time.”
“I love you too.

HEY MOM AND DAD: FUCK YOU. you are human aren’t you?