Stop crushing on me.

My whole brain is bad images.

I know you’ve got a man

I’m just seeing how you’re feeling.

I’ve got a soft spot for your soft spots.

I’ve got as many birds as bugs.

I am not going to busy you

with what is not bodily.

I send downers down my frown hole.

I exercise my right to chill.

Clear the throat

of its unclear intentions.

This one trick pony tricks another

into reading something.

My behavior is schedule conflict.

I could grow old at any moment.