Moist

I have yellow teeth because of my phobia of toothbrushes, passed down to me by my ancestors.

It used to be helped along by daily and midnight cigars, now just 80 cups of coffee a day.

I am alright it will be alright, I tell myself constantly when things look average.

I cleaned my belly button out with a q-tip and caused bleeding, but not the creative kind.

It was just moist with no sense of shining the light.

But then again my bipolar mysticism gets the best of me.

Tomorrow faster internet gets hooked up, so I have something supernatural to write about later.

Those drastic commentaries on skin cancer are a bit too much for even my taste.

I always sleep with one eye half open and a bear trap near the stairs.

A gaze towards death and solitude constantly in my cloister in front of the icons.

You called me a dickhead behind my back, but I am just cockeyed.

Don't discount me just yet because I am not into the same things as you.

We all swing for different ways and in different places, but I really have yet to meet someone as personable as You.

Hire a lawyer to re-write all your open graves, just don't trip over my cheesy lines.

I was a finger tip on the verge of a breakdown.

Dru