Coffee Genocide with a Sunnyside.

Commit purging my purgatory with false testimonial bend over misogynism 

Married to moving boxes back to Mothers Gattaca Attic

See ya Ms Mean Star Hyper Euphoric space graduate with honourable mentions at the ending life credits.

Over exaggerate a waste of a goodbye

Storage room gym the so called forgotten dust collection room of new years

Not me it’s you in forseable futurama meladramas.

Texas tea leaves that speak long versed slow motioned parts over the ocean Taiwanese Healey Swahili.

Wearing the morning walk outside, wear it to bed sports bra.

Driving that wrong sized shoebox to last months spit, blow and go slow

Glow stick to know where to sit on a soon to be broken dick in a tourniquet.

Heart breaker of my life in your failed terror open ender, miind bender, film maker studio specfuckular

Trying to sneak in that one too many fingers up the male starfish destroyer.

Rebel port hole of emasculated men taking pause.

Dictator to instigator, wearing your striped white prison issued, clearly has issues, little miss scare all but fooling no one with that stuffed bra of tissues.

That old story of morning glory drunk missed you much, roughly touching twenty messages ago.

Voicemails from your Gonorrhea Gmail.

Ready to rumble on your way to those back step fumbles.

Buying local teams in place of my oh so favourite nose bleed cheap seats in finals week.

When my man flu feels through with you, shall we say without delayed hyperbole.

To try this hypno therapeutic, preverbel cat out the window, beauty school drop out, fifty meter lace out drop kick, spiralling cat bat.

Say it so to letting go so we can get another K9 crossed feline mountain lion.

Scratch-tastic bathtub full of scared reminders to rewatch Peaky Blinders.

Maybe a year or two in that waiting room for back ordered, back door Doc Holywood Johnson pre approved dildonic dialation device.

Rimming while grinning, reading Amazonian mysteries starring Mr Misery.

A storybook of how to synergise our individual energy entry points to synchronise our neighbours role play once a week maybe gay.

Just to end me with this Kelvinator outside kitchen sink Induction cook along bring a thong cookathon.

Hide the back knife when your mum has gone kerbside.

Rejoice or revolt this revolution to recessions of receding peanut butter hairline solutions.

Tasting Rohipnol Ribena chasers with spray on wasted faces. BYO bottled mace, and a wind up Windu Wookie and a plate of baked circle jerk cookies.

Head check for a blindside, tackled over sidelines be not so friendly reminders that the enemy of my enemy is no friendly frenemy to get friend zoned in the endzone.

Where no penile paratrooper shall boldy go into her space waste docking station

Just a foreign entity, distorting that visual palace in our coloured cortex of Cortez.

Lost golden eye hidden in Juarez. Mayan retinal sentinels. Scanner darkly, picking flower gate water bureau aristocracy scandals.

Think not of what to wear on first dates of chloroform phobias.

Merely the missing me mostly one week monthly messenger of death in a dress.

Better yet just forget to resend that I love you but hate you hello kitty snow blow might as well have a gringo packed burrito cone

Whilst waiting for this machine making overdone re-run, RedRum Ralph Macchiato espresso. Dan Murphys Law of Johnny cakes Lawrence made to needing that coffee conference every morning of 10 minute pouring.

Stuck between two cigarettes of space saving drive through cravings

Wasted whinging of yes darling what a perfect place. Just put it where you like.

Preferential placement to where the sun dare not shine but looks like a blown out coal mine.

Gumtree sold, good as gold, high kill-us-ometers but never fails to let you know.

Often reversable when cursing, wearable in wearing you out.

Comes with rented space to place your dinner plate for guests to partake in that mud cake.

To you….. the high gloss boss Miss DOS.

My dutiful operational sexbot.

Be my early 90’s bargain basement treasure to remember such painful times of that 4 disk but one missed, lost my shit on these god damn floppy disks.

If only the Duke could fluke one more kick ass bubblegum please somebody take this Nukem chick and long live the proposturous.

Not too obvious toxic logic of today’s needed youth-in-asia to explore eco systems where I give but one care for any under water exploratory explanation.

Our new age but what has it cost us micro transactional disasterpiece, hates a creep but loves a sneak peak….. introseducing her always highness, Queen of the always keen, Commander Kleenex