Gentle Reader

i'm getting on the napowrimo bandwagon late and poorly shod. i'm not sure i could be less interested in writing poems than i am right now. which is not really normal for me. maybe it's my change in diet. i shouldn't take nutritional advice from taxi drivers. or that remains to be seen, i reckon.

heart rate, heart rate, come come
sell love from my trunk
but it has to be pure
right out of the hive
trying to
trying to be a
pink coated
make some cash
have optional body
I killed myself
by changing my status
on myspace
to dead.
I can kill you, too.