Personal project/poetry CRUNCH. Was that you? estranged shoe, ugly polygonal bedspread, one-night stand, matching night stands, little cow, perfect mushroom, hope, affection, bitter melon, soft rejection? Now my armor, now my flesh, now my bones, now fuel for my molten core yum yum yummmmmm! Momentum! Momentum! Momentum! C'mere little one, tasty little darlin’. Jump in, join the crunchy chorus, cacophonous forest. Get lost and found in this crowd, freak out, knock about, keel, flit, collide, beatbox and clamber, somersault and pirouette. Make out. Wax poetic. I am a fucking PARTY! A fiery katamari! Stand up! Stand in my way!