New Seven Word Story

not dancing with their hearts, but with

 

songs like "the chicken dance" how can

 

we possibly evolve if that is the

 

type of music that the youth are

 

fixated upon in this, the time of

 

Angry polka music that pushes boundaries of

 

absolutley nothing. So I burned all memorabilia

 

and danced naked like a wild Indian.

 

atlast, our bodies moved with truth and

 

After Adrianna, other women were just ordinary.

 

because of her whispy femustach, and hilarious

 

little outie bellybutton that reminded me of

 

a mole hill because they had little

 

crumbs of earth that kinda clustered around

 

the girl who just awoke from sleeping

 

with 15 tramps and a herd of

 

ladybugs that all flapped their wings in

 

her face so she couldn't see to

 

the cauldron that she was slowly stirring

 

a new brew to make the whole