I found a very interesting site of hosting parasites that feed off other hosting sites that host parasites that call themselves poets.
We are all parasites of the Earth in some form or another and God needs to get off His fat lazy and and sprinkle some Goddamn Fleapowder on this shit speck pet rock planet of His.
I would like some okra, zucchini, and perhaps pumpkin squash stewed in a nice homemade tomato sauce this morning. But no, I have stale kids chocolate cereal w/o milk. Not even a Goddamn beer in the fridge. I should run out into the office butt-naked to freak out all my secretaries and piss off my wife. I should, I really really should.
https://www.scribd.com/document/350140222/evi1-a-novel-about-you
Masturbate as much as you'd like. Life is short.