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You are the music of two grasshoppers making love on a rosebush outside my schoolyard,
where four-year-olds ask me,
“Andrea,what are the grasshoppers doing?”
and I tell them they’re dancing to the music
of you are the gaps in my ribcage where the sunrise shines through to my heart
and you are the part of the sunset that is so pink
the grasshoppers think ‘maybe we should just stop and watch’
You are the moon when it blooms for the very first time
and the child, inspired, unwound the little jar that set 10,000 grasshoppers free.
And you drive me fucking crazy.
I mean insanely.

You make me wanna take a fork to my eyeballs,
rip the hair from my arm pits and shove it down my throat
‘cause I would rather choke than argue another minute with you,
but you are so pretty and smart.
You know so many words.
You’re every poem I would write if ink could ever hold the light that glows from your toes
when you’re climbing up trees.
II swear you got sap running thick in your veins
and I never love you more than when you’re mourning the death of raindrops falling foresaken on pavement.

God I love how you hate pavement
but you make me wanna smash my skull on pavement.
It’s true when we argue you make me wanna rip off my nose, bone and all,
like my uncle Billy used to pretend to do
he’d say “girl, I’m gonna rip off your nose”
and he’d tug at my face and hold out half his thumb
and half the time he’d fool me and I’d start crying but I’m older now.
and I’m not lying you make me wanna rip off my nose
…except when you don’t
…Sometimes you make me wish I had an extra nose only to smell your hair
because I love how your hair smells like hair.
I always hated the smell of shampoo.

Besides, I love you, it’s true.
The way you pretend to chew gum when you’re nervous.
The way you stick out your tongue when you look in the mirror
‘cause you think your face is shaped better that way.
And I love the way you pray.
And I love the way you chew and use chopsticks like you’re from Japan
or China or where ever chopsticks are from.
God, you’re a woman of culture I wanna eat you like not a vulture… A swan.
I wanna eat you like swans eat flowers.
Baby, if swans ever ate flowers I would eat you like that for hours
…except when you’re sour
… And acting like a self-righteous grumpy old grump like you do sometimes
‘cause those times you make me wanna run to the edge of the fucking world
and hurl myself into a black fucking hole and never come back ever…

And then there are the times I wanna be with you forever.
And follow you forever where ever you go.
If only for that freckle in the middle of your belly that’s just like mine
or the time you corrected me for saying man instead of human kind.
I can’t believe I did that.

You know how much I love your boobs.
Almost as much as I love how you hate that I call breasts boob.
And say you’re tired of dating a twelve-year-old boy but God your boobs bring me joy,
Though I could live forever between the lines of your teeth and eat nothing but memory
and purge myself clean.
You are a dream.
We are a nightmare sometimes,
but if you wake up crying I’ll be there to hold you
fold you in the pockets of my faith and say “we’ll be okay…”

(via ohandreagibson)

I love/hate how accurate this is to my life currently.

15-Year-Old African Kid Tells Madonna To Go ‘Have Sex’ with Herself

almightykushlord:

Dakarai Molokomme, a 15-year-old starving child from a small village in Zimbabwe, has just told , one of the most famous pop stars in the world, to  and f*** , the local media are reporting exclusively.

“Yes, it’s true, I told Madonna to go f*** herself. Do you want to know why?” Dakarai asked. “It’s the same thing every time with these snobby rich Americans. Every once in a while they come to show us their support for the so-called eradication of poverty by adopting a child from a starving family, but they actually do more harm than good. Transracial international adoptions are part of the white savior industrial complex,” Dakarai explained.

In further discussions with journalists from the media, the  stated that “none of the children here actually want to be taken away from their family and friends so they can be displayed as some kind of trophy in the homes of self-righteous singers or actors who want to score some points with the media and Oprah.”

“If they really want to help us, they should get Big Pharma to ship us some anti-retroviral drugs for the AIDS epidemic, or build schools and hospitals. If they don’t want to do that, then they can all go f** themselves!” the child told reporters.

The 15-year-old also stated that he would say the same thing to any one of those American or European “faux humanitarian posers”, except for Bono, whom he said he would also kick in the groin.

“Bono’s efforts to save the African savage from itself prove that the colonial imperative is alive and well,” Dakarai said as he walked with other village children collecting sticks to build a tree fort.

THIS IS THE RAWEST 15 YEAR OLD ALIVE

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