Dear Deer
Those bitches were always eating up my butternut squash so I sent them to space. I'd like to think they deserved it, but the fact is they were starving and I probably shouldn't have done it but I was like 
F E E L I N G myself that day so it just kind of happened and I'm not sorry for that. 
Sincerely,
whothefuckcares

BUTTERNUT SQUASH (Sea of Fire)

You could be a fully fledged demon if you learned how to curb your need. If you thought at all of other people you could burn like a third degree. I know better - don't believe - everything you read, everything you read, everything you read. I could never learn to leave - that'll be the day - that'll be the death of me. Holding onto sentimental; when it comes to you and me, could never learn to leave you - you could be me. All in all there's no incentive. So sad so suddenly, could never learn to leave you - YOU COULD BE ME.

Learn to Leave You

Recently, been thinking bout a white horse driving down a lonesome prairie and looking out half a million miles high. Meanwhile I'm looking down, newfound agrophobia intended. New sensation I'm highly afraid of heights. By the time I arrive they'll be trying to forget me, stranded and damned on a vast plateau. Praying the sun never rises, studying sandstone patterns, I'm washing my hands of the damage done. Get up get over it, y'know it's all in your head. You ain't the only person out there struggling, alone. You got to grow up - okay?  Can't win em all. We're all alone in the end my friend I'm sorry, that's just the way that it is.

The MONUMENTAL Step

Don't be shooting me no side eye if I be looking at you like I'm not interested - and I don't know why. Like what's the worst that could happen? Hahahahahahahahaha. yeah. Let me list a few things you old kenobi you move in too fast and stretch my heart strings. And then the next love I love is nothing. You break me so fast. You break me so easily. You hit me so hard my heart doesn't feel a thing.

broccoli-ISH

Black and blue so bruised by 2020
That I barely can remember when

leaves of snow

Heart in my stomach, hand on the chain - my body locks up. Blame my muffin brain, we're not the same. Don't say you understand - I know you can't. No they don't stand a chance not after this. 

JUST BECAUSE YOU WIPE AFTER YOU DEFECATE 
DON'T MEAN YOU DON'T SMELL LIKE SHIT
DON'T MEAN YOU DON'T SMELL LIKE FEAR FROM HERE
the cheers end conversation
Having sex but thinking bout the bacon (Same)
Pardon my stomach

Winnie Jesus