I am aware that a computer canโt create a poem, but neither can a typewriter.
In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.
Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.
Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.
I was in love again. I was in trouble
Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing.