I HAVE NEWS

when i woke up, i called you and said that it doesn't matter how you sound. i believe that. maybe you should stay quiet and lengthen your legs. of course, everything i say is set in a sling and then you say ow. you say ow to make me kiss you. i kiss you and it tastes like sublimated ice air. i call you IT from this point on until you slap me so hard i spit up on your toes.