.Lips Service.

perfect breath

kissed syllables

falling on

broken wind

sending melodic

tunes down canals.

i fell in love

with your

process.

She loves my "ugly Pretty"... That point when you wake up in the morning and half of your hair is raised... your breath smells like yesterday yet she still cracks open eyes, sees through cellophane sleepiness and exclaims..."Good Morning Beautiful"....

How often does one look at themselves in that same light?

When was the last time you walked in your bathroom, caked eye boogies and all and said "Woman, thou art beautiful..."

I challenge you all to go do that...right fuckin now.

Good Day.

Turkey Sandwich from the Mission and my nerves for these test results awaits me.

Peace and Soul.

No hair grease.