I am a flower child. I was born in the forest, raised by fairies. I howl with wolves and I eat children. I punch mountain gnomes in the face. I wear flower crowns and grow magical flower wings and fly into trees. I build nests in trees. I punch eagles in the face. I am a flower child.
(DISCLAIMER - I don't actually punch eagles in the face, and I don't condone it. Don't punch anyone in the face unless you have a really good reason.)
YOU ARE READING
you are my psychotic meltdown
HorrorI've started venting into this. Some of these are just really funny poems I made to crack others up (or make 'me feel funky) but now I need somewhere to put that build up. Unclog the dam and it all flows out.
