Say The Slash

Is better than any apocalypse porn, or the puppy gets it! I see you, tank like a 14 immigrant van (but visible), the air blowing through freshly groomed locks, winter sweaters in effect, tongue lolling my baby! But you like the bump I understand, chick chick; no not like heads up. She love small furry mystery; no, them and their dogs, freak. The only thing we love more than getting off, is getting it wrong; for the afterfight, I don't know; all we write, is shoulders reaching for sky, or however you shrug in your babel of choice.