fucking tripping out.

"Have you?"

I pull at my balls and
ask if she has any moisturizer
cause my testicals are
killing me.

"Ewww, ben, i hate that word.
Testicals.
It reminds me of octopus."

She is on a lemon detox
diet and she
sips at warm brown
muddy water
from a recycled
water bottle;
and screws her nose up
like a rabbit
after every sip.

I call it the diohrea diet.

"You know what?
i hate the word octopus too.
Its just not coshure."

If only i could
understand relations
like she does.

Then she sings

"when your sitting on a brick
and its coming out your dick.
Diohrea, dioreah."

"I made that up"

she says,
and takes another sip
while her face shudders.

"When i was little"

Ahhh, i think.
To make the same
relations as
she can.