Was It Likely?

  put a poem on your blog . bitch. then make someone else do it. i love you. quivering worm bitch. cooks u in a machine hazardous play materials i wish i was a plutonium golem making love like an invisible 18 wheeler  in your sick dork heart. my own, a lump. blind chemic, nothing beyond heat: cook, distill, sublimate, combine, separate. you do not need me. you’ve read the manuals more.  i’ll invent somewhere that hates you. sterile, lonely. fistful of dice. ten trillion hit points. save or die spikes. the DEATH!!!!!