Why is this strangely poetic
Because we used to write poetry about this in petroglyphs on cave walls together but you forgot
Om krim Kalima
Hell, I forgot if I changed my britches this morning!
We used to do that together too!
Well I’ve obviously forgotten about that. I should at least remember changing my underoos around you!
We knew each other 2 704 452 110 years ago. We were nextdoor neighbours on the bacterial mat, filter feeding using some obscure chemical metabolisms. We both lasted around maybe 2 hours?
I was the trees. When you ate me, that was the sexiest part. Then I was inside you, that was sexy too. I also liked when you inhaled all my tree jizz, and sneezed it back out onto the delicate, sticky, receptive top part of my pistil.
I was a triceratops. I didn’t eat trees, you must have me confused.
Some of us don’t want to remember
Sorry, I found other friends
(I do remember you. Thats why I ignore you)
