Stars & Sons

Hilarium.


William and Omar are fizzarkin crunk. I was tought how to gamble, I met Pablo/Buddha, the whiny rat-cat who is a boy with a dingdong and knows how to use it, and there was this horrible Michael Jackson movie playing on VH1. He was obviously black. The makeup crew must have just powdered the heritage over because suddenly he morphed into some godforsaken gray race. The majority of the time Diana Ross was like his other half, and he talked about lots of enchanting spiritual and soulful things. It teared us up, it did. And then he said, "A blanket... a blanket of love", and us three poet folk were like, "GODS. TURN IT OFF."

"Then he starts calling things blankets of hate, etc..." AHAHHAHA. RAWR SIGH.


We also figured out his son was named Blanket. What's next? Sheet? Comforter? I make all the sense in the world. Plus chippies. HEHEHE, CHIPPIES. It's physically impossible to blow up balloons. Instead we had chopstick wars with the sticks you use to put the balloons in. You know, coats from the thrift shop give me the love bumps, but they don't fit. "Dating for shy boys". William: "I'm too shy to read it!"

Arguments of poetry upsets gay employees.

Loud words.

RANDOM

BABIES

Bogus, yet loveable, and all the general facts in the world couldn't have twisted this to sense!!