‘You Said’ from Claye.
Almost a year in, Lovably Grey has become my first financially successful project, but it’s also the first that I’m not really proud of.
So I’m changing that.
SPEEDS FOR FEEDS
AGILE PRODUCT DEVELOPMENT
FAST-PACED VAGINAL DISCOMFORT
THAT’S NOT WHERE YOU PUT THAT TUBE
SEARCH ENGINE OPTIMIZATION
REINVENTING THE WHEEL
I have to get out of here.
Get out of my torrrrrrrrrso
Not without the butter knives
Biding my time on the merry go rrooooooundddd
Watch the flowers turn into fetuses with milks and such
Like CHHHHHHoooocolate chips in my mouth hole
You’d never see the light of day with or without:
THE PEAAAAARS in my nostril cakes
Watch me float like a sex rabbit
In a small boat with nothing to lose
And everything to gain
Find a way to make it better, or stop doing it. Start doing something you don’t hate. Don’t waste your fucking time.
Willow the bigot down in the ghettos
As if Mr. Toothpick even knew, yeah right
Donny the Ferris wheel couldn’t catch a break
Not without a little bit of perverse fly swatting, oh fuck no!
Sal just wants his leg back, but we all know that’s a lost cause
Because Little Tinder is all fucked up with my uncle the asbestos frog
Like the lantern she once was, I could see past the placemats on my countertop and she’s spinning past the ovaries.
She’s pulling the tape just a little bit more.
SLEEPING: Could this common hobby be a leading cause of face cancer?
FIND OUT AT TEN PEE EM.
Lanterns begin mating.
What a wild world we live in, technologically.
Kiss me on the bottom.
We’re taking this car through Candle Land, Sorté Lisa.