jazmine sullivan just made me feel like a tightfrocked busy princess. not incontrovertible… [does she like stupid girls? ah “you being a stuuupid girl”. so she is warning another girl, that is stupid, no sorry, being stupid]
is there a cure for such & such? or contrarily, is so staying, a desirable crunchy?
frEEdom wull nit lust thu
(look! jaz sulli, come ON just cognize & eyeball, she variagates her voice below & melodically preaching purr-sizely fat)
i quibble. sure of hellFiRe, i feel free. i must be(?); angling my physical container (wot wuz ut? body? 90%s), wearing pretty, comfortable H&M rags!
Anne Carson, NOT, is draped all over my floor, eqcuisitely!
i am fat with calories & dripping choleric-oil!
i laugh at the millions (bill-yunz?) of people puppets breaking each others body
i go hunch on my hunches & contemplate whether it makes any unterschied between knowing that one is iodined with guilt & gently swathed in the stench of unambiguous complicity
or happily strapping perceiver-BINDERS?
is a snowy day good for garlic flavoured, muTTah milch, AIZ-KREEM?