panas

twiterranny is killing me
i have no compunction to write beyond the roof of my mouth
you were waiting for me to rip your daster off
you were waiting for me to offer you a chinoiserie fan
you were waiting for me to give in to your stare
i cracked open another can of beer
in the balmy afternoon of a third world concretanical garden
i said i’m in love with your best friend