I'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.
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Me after coming out of my chrysalis and finally seeing the world. Me after shedding my organic shell I formed with my butthole. Me after feeling the cool breeze on my fresh butterfly skin. Me after smelling the scents I had not smelled in my tiny butt-cage. Me after I grew wings and flap flapped away. Me before getting eaten by a bird, which carried me to the heavens I longed to visit. I seeked redemption. I seeked freedom. I lost my cage and wings, as I fed a generation of small winged animals, which would feed of my potential cousins.
