Soap in the Eyes of an Auk
I can be hilarious without Google. If I’m
just me does that make me elitist? I’m thinking
we make too much fun of each other. Relax
when I say I love to argue and laugh at the
rain tinkling on your nose. Start over in a
second without reverting to selfish. Behavior
is child-prone. Pour milk to activate mini-wheats.
How come the word safari has such a colonizing
sound to it? Let’s say I want to look at the mountain,
not get blinded by it. Am I not allowed a break
for a while if you’re just too much to handle? I
agree that I sometimes get turned on. Why do you
think this is always about me? How about we
twirl around a few times and then make a budget?
I created a monster. I like the monster and I pet it
and nourish it. Then what? Just ride the monster?
