The Mezunian

Sometimes I shudder @ the thought o’ a world without peanut butter.

E’en the moon wants nothing to do with me.

El ojo perezoso de gato me mira. Sé lo que me dice: —Tictac y tictac están marchándose mientras pensamos… ¿Dónde son las arándanos agrios? Tanto tiempo, ¿y todavía no tienes nada sino palabras que no contienen queso de crema por lo menos? Malo, malo…— Pero no entiendes, Sr. Sauron estúpido, que no has entendido nunca. […]

Ahora literalmente tengo en las orejas basura. Now my ears are literally full o’ garbage.

Accompanying music. Is that chocolate syrup splayed? Spread the fluffy iris yolk, taste the ashes in the rain, smashing heart ribs with 1 stroke. I remember still your warmth, stilled by runny April sundown, when imaginations swarm, when again I lose my grounds. Still you leave your rusty stains on my mug, which won’t go […]

Fuck writing—phhhh!My cat has a li’l white twinkle in his eye.

Someone put a bruise on the bridge o’ my thumb. Not very funny…

I giggled as I practiced my “K’s”; I won’t be needing them where I’m going.

“I’m Sorry.”

OK, you’ve got me: You’ve figured out my devious plot, you clever bastards, you. That’s right, I admit it: my antisocial ways were nothing but a plot to bring you all to your ankles. I’ve been fooling you fuckers this whole time. You must admit, ’twas an impressive trick; how long it all went on, […]