Here; my wings (soul) soak in the sour aftertaste of CRIMSON CIRCLES when they know damn well, I have the head of a VELVET SQUARE!”                                                                                                                                                 Thinking of you, marrying you- transforms me into a Queen while to others I am a 4ever duck with a brown spotted beak & flopped webbed toes                                                                                                                                                                  Ugly-ugly-ugly, I’d rather not— now is the time to eat up, suck upon my beauty. All the tidbits of my imagination are about 2 GROW SEXY!                                                                                                                                                              Purr, coo, munch! Purr, coo, munch! Then my wings—BLUSH!!!                                                                                                                                                              Mental Cigarette?                                                                                                                                                   The end.