sometimes i feel so overwhelmed and uncomfortable with the flesh i carry. it's like walking around with alien-tissue lumps stuck all over myself.
in other news...
the bounce of ginger kicks with lemon
fizzles with the honey floozy
a brimming elixir
jettisons its fever
(this needs work)
ick.
plums. i'll never be tired of saying plums. plumplumplum. plump. lump. umpl.
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