Earthquakes no longer feel foreign to my body My hands tremble My muscles strain My face starts to heat Drops of sweat fall from my forehead to my chest

I’m getting hot The air is too thick in here But I shake And my teeth chatter Like I’m in the middle of a blizzard

I wonder if the seismic waves of my body shake more than me Does the house shake? The neighborhood? The state?

I press my feet into the tile to ground me All my strength is being exerted I don’t think I can do this anymore

But it’s almost done. The earthquake turns to more of a slight thunder And finally It’s over

I stand up Wipe my ass Look at the mess I’ve created And let the lever flush the debris

I have chronic diarrhea. And I am strong.

Brave Nave Your life in a have Or a bave Pick a trave salesman I am a trave is a like a womperdoodle with three legs How many traves do you want? I keep my traves in a box The eat hay I feed my traves hay I feed my traves hay every day When in may Listen to what I say Would you sue me or play ? I catch my traves in the bay On a boat name relay A trave jumped on the boat and ate my face off I’m dead

The beach is always most peaceful on cold days When the shore is less crowded, the ocean appears vast The thought that there’s even more of it than what we can see from the tideline, it’s deeper and more complicated than a person can understand Sand nice Sand like rice Many mice Taking bites I softly feel water flow against the crevice of my soul When on the beach I read the book holes Shark ate me in the water I’m dead The ocean is full of cum Cum from places all around the world Even fish cum Does the cum simply float around in the ocean? Or does it dissipate into the water If your problems seem to drown you Just know that the ocean is full of cum God was angry on Sunday We have to do something about it The end