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You're an Interstate Traffic Jam
madraniafternoons: You’re the most miles worth of a whim I’ve ever pushed on well past “E” in trying to maneuver through. But with the whispers of a whim on the wind swept streets where the heat beats the cracked tar of the asphalt, will the weathered tires on our hands and legs hold out, for while the sun beats on our back and shines in our rearview, the stormy skies ahead predict darker,...
Let me hear the bass drop, Till I feel my ears pop
RANDOM THOUGHT: Have you ever wondered if your...
When you rap a verse with no mistakes
I'd rather cuddle then have sex.
She sashayed to his side with her bells sounding Salaciously she sought his surly surroundings Scavenging and sabotaging his savage soul She snatched his heart to be swallowed whole With her sanguine scimitar she split his heart Then sprayed and spattered his blood in a satanic art Sheathing her sly slithering tongue back to dark slumber She sojourned to said shadows till another happened...
The Grasshopper and Her Groom
madraniafternoons: The kind and humbly handsome young man called her his. “little grasshopper”, appropriate as the greener grass grew by his side- she yearned to be. a vital and aged variety, shy sod a previous patch. She reasoned with rain not to make her a weed and pleaded with fate for a wedding and seed.
Bones ache and creak like the hard wood floors Spiders making cobwebs on unblinking eyes Light peaks through cracks in half shut doors Creatures using shadows as a clever disguise A couch cushion weighted from overuse And a window fogged by constant breath A film of dust on a floor made from a sappy spruce And the constance of a shadowed friend named death