thepunkwhoDID
Chopsticks, my friends.
No need to explain my love to them.
They keep my hair high, and let me eat my delicious asian food.
Oh chopsticks, adorable word too.
She was not fat. She was abundant.
Her lips were.
Her hips were, too.
She was abundant, as the earth is.
And we love the earth.
We need it.
But yet, we make her die.
Slowly.