the pulse of Taco Bell bowels
speed-dials Satan;
the flatulence fells him.
Behold:
Someone broke heaven
into cinnamon twists.
Drey Writes. Draw Draws. Drey Sleeps.
the pulse of Taco Bell bowels
speed-dials Satan;
the flatulence fells him.
Behold:
Someone broke heaven
into cinnamon twists.
I art and eat and draw and sleep and cry and rhyme. I consume too much pizza and—by all rights—should be dead, but I haven't gotten around to it. Procrastination saved my life. View more posts
