Grown Adult “Children” Who Lie Are The Tastiest
Ask Baba Yaga
She’s texting me atm
We are all children
Until we die as old men
Some of us never learn this—
Those people should obviously be eaten
By a witch—
We could import her or
I could go
Full balls-to-the-wall ‘murican
I’d make an Appalachian version
Call her Baby Mama’
Make her eat the souls
Of men who lie to their wives and mothers
Obviously a “lady” dies but
He wasn’t a lady, and she was lying. I’ll figure that part out
With the storytelling somehow but
I’m psyched I’ll certainly
Watch this movie in my head
For the next couple of days, talk about a
Prescreening— too bad I’ll
Talk myself out of actually committing to writing anything
Largely due to all the shit
I’m procrastinating on
That pays my bills
Unlike all these weird violent fantasies.