escribblings

Do you really think you can charm the apples off a tree,

the seeds out of an apple,

the ivory cream out of a glass of milk?

Soy milk is the only guiltless indulgence.

Unlike milk milk it doesn’t come from a bulging utter.

Unlike almond milk it doesn’t enslave bees.

Soy beans are a mainstay of the American Soy/Corn Agricultural Complex.

They even put nitrogen back into the dirt where they grow.

It doesn’t have a lot of protein though.

Some people say it turns you into a girl.

Do you think you can really, really ask out a high school girl to dance?

I mean back in time of course, of course I mean

really, really go to the prom -

not just with some rando.

Here I am, guiltless, post-soy-milk,

but I had an almond croissant actually.

Dante has one circle of hell for

or in the words of Mr. Roboto

“Bezelbub has a devil set aside for me.”

or was it - “どうもありがとう.”

Heaven’s splendor == milk mixed with Splenda.

Chariot swings Sweet-n-low.

I’m not saying that God’s sugar is fake;

I’m saying he needs to use more of it.

Some butter wouldn’t hurt - it’s Ash Wednesday.

A little charred edge is a sign of a good toast.

Was about to drop a crumb for the mouse:

he scampers silently along the wall crease,

disturbing quiet blur,

almost imagined.

What is he rooting around for these

New York Mice,

bigger than a mouse should be.

How big a mouse should be?

No need to crumb encourage him here.

Do you really think?

A mouse gets less hungry by eating?

I have seen a dog scarffle up its own vomit - is this getting dicey?

Oh no! Oh god sorry I 

I wanted to end things off on a good note

but nicey doesn’t play that game

no he

third person positive 

no he.

No he doesn’t does he. No he does, he

or worth anything

mark my words:

“I’ll reassemble your stinking heap of a conglomerate.”

“I'll stow your cabin bag.”

“I’ll fish you.”