"mayonnaise and
crackers"
(or,
plight of the
mayo lover)
hellman i'm in trouble
take over when the
moon dons my direst depth
MY fucking
psychoactive breath
naked in the
mayonnaise i wish for a fresh
brioche or a
croissant and a
jelly spread
everyone else thinks this shit is
gross instead
of it being a treasure for the sensory
they say
you've got to be kidding me