It sticks like dogshit
to a big,red bouncy house
a bad simile
to a big,red bouncy house
a bad simile
Ideas neatly folded in six inch squares or lying on the grimy floor covered in beer mud and regret.. poetry that inspires a dull throbbing pain in the center of the forehead. circular reasoning and deep insight. My only contact with the outside world. a panopticon.