I'm throwing a party.
There will be:
1. Violently colored
balloons shaped
like middle fingers.
2. Moist cake
with rainbow glitter
and the words
"fuck it"
written in impecable
cursive writing
I call it
A Petty Party.
Only I'm Invited.
About the Creator
L. E. King
I am a writer, actress and artist. I am the exhausted and overused kettle that is screeching on a stove top because I've hit boiling. I am almost 30 and living out my 10th existential crisis. I think I'm funny, and that's all that matters.
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Swirling storm of water and foam impeccably designed to eradicate unwanted life. The water is boiling, and wears away at layers of grease. Disinfecting. Destroying. The process is whirling and unfurling while I sit safely in a leather throne, ankles crossed and legs tucked slightly beneath me. There was silence in between the violent churns of extermination from the kitchen.
By L. E. King7 years ago in Poets
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