Wednesday, December 1, 2010

everytime you cut your hair someone falls in love

whats a heart for?
i don't know
no one knows
no one could write it
speak it
poop it
read it
run it over
drum it
spit it
rip it
roll it
wipe it
clean it
rape it
love it
molest it
rub it
or even look upon its breast
but its what calls you from your atoms
or something
must of been my atoms were your atoms
my somehow your somehow
her face his face
then his face my face
my hair her pubic hair
or my pubics now your nose hair