FUUUUUCK!!! MY FOOT’S ON FIRE! JESUS HOLY
FUCK PUT IT OUT!
PUT IT OOOOOOUT! AAAIII—
I don’t even know how it started.
but MOTHERFUCKER IT FUCKING KILLS!
It’s been at least a year—
On the other hand,
I can’t believe
HOW GODDAMN GOOD
this ICE CREAM is.
BEN & JERRY’S, BABY!
WAFFLE CONE, MOTHERFUCKER!
And this massage is
really getting in there.
I can feel SO MUCH TENSION
just like GUSHING
A W a y . . .
And honestly I feel
pretty guilty I even requested it but
BEYONCE’S BREASTS IN MY FACE
are like WORKS OF ART.
Even compared to all these Picassos,
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM. . .
Bbbbbbbbbb is for
I love that she thinks that’s funny.
Eating the ice cream from her skin. This is
But GODDAMN I just WISH my fucking
FOOT WASN’T ON FIRE!
How does it even—
LOVE when the elbows get in there.
And who even made those bouquets?
How can anything smell so,
I don’t know—
so, like, I guess just GOOD?
Oh and that slight funk when our tongues meet . . .
With only one part feeling any pain,
I guess it’s hard to complain.
And HELL’s BELLS, what a TRIP
all these puppies are!
TICKLISH MOUND OF TICKLING!
RECKLESS TENDER JOY!
In such moonlight.
Ice cream almost not frozen lifted from
HOLY SHIT BEYONCE’S INCREDIBLE–
TOO MUCH! TOO MANY PICASSOS!
TOO RICH SOUL MUSIC!
MOONLIT PUPPY PILES SQUIRMING IN CONSTANT SURPRISE EVERYWHERE! EVERYWHERE I SEE!
These younger women, too—
yes, I get that they’re celebrities, but I don’t
follow the newer stuff. Who even
are they? Whomf—
It’s just except my foot, is all. I know,
OH, GOD, OH, GOHOD,
OH GOD OF THIS FUCKING WORLD!!!!