sometimes when i look at pictures of my pets
i think i want to squeeze them
until they explode.
hee.
still night,still light
let there be light, let there be morning.
yesterday someone told me:
if everyone placed all their worries into little jars
and lined them up on a shelf-
given the choice,
we’d all pick our own jars.
one week of Danger
woowoowoo
dance in the dark
hee.
well, do ya, punk?
DANGER, DANGER!
say it with me, say it until it makes no sense.
DANGE-R.
POOK POOK 