weeping ladies: a metaphor

My mother does not enjoy kissing pictures. How, oh,
very sad, Very primitive. The sound of her
'rock me' face. She told me
not to open her chest when she is dead: You will
find a train sized heart.,
they are your bones, and indeed I saw the tiny liver, a furious
apple. The dying words
of Mendeleev are in the pockets of your therapist. I consider this
as a metaphor,
weeping ladies. And indeed, you are sad enough:
each tiny day in each tiny pill. A pharmacist is not your
sister tree. Know this, not as a metaphor, but
as being.

Author's Note

i am verrrrrrrry bad with titles. i typed titties then. i am good with titties
i can put my own tits in my mouth.

this should not be on the internet




sorry guys john baby gave me a title ;)

Reviews

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

I love this!

[Collect-Eye]

"weeping ladies: a metaphor"..I think that's a good title

[Collect-Eye]

the ending is a punch in the chest..def in a good way..God this is so amazing..I wanna carry my hard rive into the mountains and let them study this in future generations

ahahahahahahaha to your little note.

Rails. and roads.

Ladies are Trees.