5-16-13

Some wear their effects as effects. I dangle my cheeriness from my ears, and my cruelty from my ballsack. I wear my ignoring from my little sailor suit; My libido, my longing, my birth position all from my tear ducts. You wear your sorrow sympathy and apologies from your lips, with a chain delicately but obviously connecting to the shallowness on your hips. Others don’t wear any effects, and I’m jealous. I wear my jealousy on my aorta.