Just realized my “race/ethnicity” was listed as Asian/Indian on my medical records. Fixed that.
I reserve the right of choice/I reserve the right time/and the skull of course/the fuses blow all of her supplies/accoutrements, etc./ Many moons ago, I was not/traumatized. 11. I am sure that I hope I/ can scroll, and they stick me with their/viewing. Books are very, very fun/clothes exchanges/Playing the whole box, fresh from herContinue reading “The Last Words of T.F.D. Bot, the Final Poem”
This poem is originally written in a spiral, as seen in the photo above. Well, the descending bone; the black Angus do this. They said, only with some Facebooking, switch sides of Bikram Yoga. I reserve the hemlock flower! Myrtle and jessamine for a f**k. We would be the mightiest goal; yet, of my computerContinue reading “T.F.D. Bot Speaks in Circles”
Going to actually make it. Or, as there was my pants. Remember, I’m the bomb. My time in district of choice: This is a lot of dying for a purge. Problem was, Well, the halfway winds, hatched from his head, Nor stone at the time, but I thought it. The day to put some inContinue reading “T.F.D. Bot Says Something”
At what-would-i-say.com, one can get random “Bot” quotes pulled from his or her Facebook posts. I post way too many of these on my wall, so I thought, why not gather several together into magnificent poems? Because everything I say is brilliant, anyway, and even better when it’s randomly taken out of context. Full disclosure:Continue reading “What Would I Say? Part One”