I’m starting not to care anymore as your laugh begins to sound stupid, we were once a formidable couple, now you don’t answer my phone calls and haven’t set up a voice mail system, what if an emergency happens? I foresee problems like a fortune teller in a spa not wearing a towel, Mister Yo airs it out like Tom Brady throwing a lob to Randy, angelic with the angles ladies staring through binoculars couldn’t get a good enough view, when we kiss with both our mouths open we share the same breath, if only for a moment, the distance between us has grown substantial we used to pedal the same bicycle, Molly Shannon was a nun in The Little Hours, I'm in the Plaza with Aubrey, she's gotta be like seventeen or nineteen, if you take everything I say seriously I am going to laugh in your face, your common sense betrays and is evidently lacking, you communicate lies with your lackeys, I lack in no category, save for slacking, Jack me off On the Road like Kerouac, I try so hard like Akon, she wears my jizz on her back like a patch when we go out we sometimes match, all black no cap, I might just have to, pat her on the ass at the entrance shrug and say it was mandatory for inspections, the doorman that is never tipped, kid it's worth more in my collection compared to a dollar in my pocket, I reckon, you can keep the store credit, an artist that sketches is currently open for commissions, I sketch on a Honda, Homura time travels, an abled body rival discovers the source of her creators power