Tip Of The Day

I'm absent because I am too present, staying by

You don't know because you kiss the wrong eye

I can't tell I am involved or swept away

In a daze made of sticky surface

A fat oasis hosting victims with mouthfuls of executers smell

Dancing naked at the sound of your door bell

Drops of baseness if carried out one after the other

Tip of the day

Allows you to erogate uncontaminated love

Tip of the day

You get used to it only when you don't fall ill

You get the munchies for time and appetite outside meals

The long present boredom and in the short one you were not in