My Thoughts Feed

Blank.
Where has my creativity gone?
Distracted again… by a bite into a peach.
I have one rotting at home.
Waste not, want not.
Teachers and their wise and weird ways.
My black nail polish is coming off.
Trashy. Chavs. Innit!
I don’t get the jelly gut and hoopy earrings look.

My leg is going dead.
Pull up and re-adjust the stockings.
So un-lady like.
Jeez, I could nail a stick of celery and some hoummus.
Is that vulgar?
Beluga…delicious caviar.
Champagne and Russia.
Or is it Vodka and Russia?
Nah, champagne…vodka is my alter ego maker.
Maybe its depends on the company.

I could do with some great company now.
Maybe even a little harmless flirting.
Oh, to be single…the simple joys.
I have many joys…toys and boys.
My rhyming is very suggestive.
It is the common subject that always surfaces.
Sex. Naughty but nice.
With sugar and spice.
Ah man! Carrot cake.

Actually I am more of a savoury kinda gal.
I wonder why cheese tastes so damn good.
Fermented bugs and dairy.
Goes great with sweetness.
Hmmm…interesting.
Or great with pickles.
Yum. Hook me up son.
I wonder if a cannibal said that.
Flesh. Human’s fragile casing.
Skin. The largest organ of the body.
The tongue is the strongest muscle.
The elbow is the strongest bone.

I am a walking chappie paper.
Paper. Electronic paper. The next page is blank.
A start and a finish. I am complete.