sometimes i wonder & leave the pickle jar unscrewed like the time i stole a hamster from my neighbor & still have but not want & the time i showed my bloody wound knowing that mother would scream i still am wandering to know why i did that & endlessly i still am wondering - sappy
Tag: poet
~Sappy Daze~ Day 6
Yeah Right, I get it. You always have to be right. Well, you know what? You can write the right-handed way and you can act righteously like you are right now. But that doesn’t make you right, you got it? Alright. - Sappy
~Sappy Daze~ Day 5
Have Some Manners Being witty can be kind of shitty, but being shitty is not witty. Someone not witty, not necessarily shitty, is a dumbass. Someone shitty, not necessarily witty, is a smartass. I know that being dumb is bad and being smart is good. Still, I’d rather be a dimwit with shitty wit, than be a witty shit, who’s a piece of shit. - Sappy
~Sappy Daze~ Day 4
@#$%&!* I like to swear. I swear I’m not bad or uncivilized. I swear I’m a proper lady. I swear on my life. Hear me out: a knight who does not swear is no knight. All knights must swear an Oath of Fealty for chivalrous conduct. Here’s my oath: Oh my Lord, sweet Jesus Christ: I swear to you. Hear that? I swear to God! I swear I only swear to prove that. - Sappy
~Sappy Daze~ Day 3
Organic Strawberries among weeds flaunt the beauty of nature. They’re easily abused and if adorned in a chocolate dress then powdered in sugar, her blood elicits desire. My sweet flesh, devoured. - Sappy
~Sappy Daze~ Day 2
we are rotting but instead let's say we are aging like fine wine because the expense of time is what makes us expensive and the cost of suffering can’t ripe faster than insufferable expectations and if we want a delectable cheese it’s desperation to bear the fruits of indefinite rotting that we continue to do so - sappy