“Where will we go?” Hunter asked his only friend. “My father’s huge mansion? The underground jizz fountain I bought with my art sales?” “Fuck it,” Cracky said, “I’m not moving out.” “Cracky?” Hunter asked. “I’m not fucking going anywhere,” Cracky said. “But when Trump...
You wouldn’t know a diamond if you held it in your hand.
“I always knew we’d win,” the hat said smugly. “No, you didn’t,” the hair said. “I believed,” the hat said, “And that was enough.” All was quiet on the Mar-a-Lago estate. Sounds of the party outside had finally died away, and the security personnel had orders to walk...
It's just a stutter. It's just a stutter. It's just a stutter. The hat and the hair were both sitting on the desk in the Office of the President the United States In Exile when Donald walked in, short little steps to main balance, a Diet Coke in one hand and...
[untitled SugarFree project]
Hugging? Ew.
Enact my labor, Starbucks! Squeeze that nut!
Never, never, never
“Son, you must be fucking high.”
It’s time for Aborto-maniacs
And we’re zany to the max
So just sit back and relax
You’ll laugh ’til you collapse
We’re Aborto-maniacs!
Screwed-up eyes and screwed-down hairdo
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“My body feels young but my mind is very old” (It’s the opposite for me.)
Why are they lone wolves if there are three of them?
And a party that will never stop
Happy
The American Farmer
The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows.
Strawberry, now out on LaserDisc.
Keevland. Keevcinnati. Keevtroit. Keevami.
Keev
This terrible silence stops me.
“What’s blood for, if not for shedding?”
I am a sticky sticky son of a gun
Florida aura