It is May. That means spring. My heart feels like spring. Warm and fuzzie like. I was spinning in circles in a giant field. It was magical. And these little peaches with little arms and little legs come dashing through the orchards to rub their fuzzies all over me. We touch cheek to cheek. And dance to the song with a similar name. They look like butts. They might be humping my leg with their fuzzie parts. I eat them. And ignore the little screams escaping their fuzzie lips. And I weep. Blood.
Happy May!
More to follow...eventually.
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