met a poetry i want to find all the beauty i want to take it home i want to spread it on my sheets i want to wear it out and i will do my laundry the detergent will break it down and i will search again Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
I agree. It is creepy. But quite possibly the best kind. Yeah, definitely – if you’re going to be creepy, that’s the way to do it.
this is creepy.
a little awkwardly vivid… and creepy.
but nonetheless well played.
I agree. It is creepy. But quite possibly the best kind. Yeah, definitely – if you’re going to be creepy, that’s the way to do it.
you win this round.
Who’s the lucky lady, Ponch?
All of them.