No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, no more modest than immodest, and as I was riding my bike, I saw a bunch of cute guys checking me out.
Walt “FML” Whitman
@whitmanfml.bsky.social
Procedural mashups of Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass with #FML posts (a spoken word poetry bot by @samplereality.bsky.social)
Twenty-eight years of womanly life, and all so lonesome, and I learned that the girl I liked who rejected me last week also has an OnlyFans Account.
While driving to work, i will stop only a time with the night, and rise betimes.
I learned that the burning sensation I get on my balls isn't from when my girlfriend poured hot sauce on my balls as a prank, is every bit as wonderful.
Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-removed, and after having my sinuses draining for a couple days, my ma stopped by for a surprise visit.
The saints and sages in history, but you yourself, and my eldest daughter announced she was getting divorced.
I'm staying at my grandparents' house. I went upstairs to grab my sketchbook to show off to my grandma. My grandpa is half-deaf, if you would understand me go to the heights or water-shore.
I woke up after my pregnant fiancée punched me in the face. Apparently, to pass among them, to touch any one, to rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?
My boyfriend called me a selfish bitch and through me forbidden voices.
The Missourian crosses the plains toting his wares and his cattle, and I discovered that the painful eczema I get every winter was actually being caused by the moisturising cream I use to treat it.
Never before had she seen such wonderful beauty and purity, and i'd finally got home from a 15-hour shift at work and wanted to lay down and eat.
The scent of these arm-pits is aroma finer than prayer, and my 16-year-old cousin came to visit for the week.
You are thenceforth secure, whatever comes or goes, and I made a Facebook post about my upcoming driving test.
I drunkenly hooked up with a meth dealer I just met online. Of course this occurred at his place, all below duly traveled, and still I mount and mount.
The known leaders and inventors and the rich owners and pious and distinguished may be well, and my boyfriend told me that the only reason he likes me is because I let him watch porn without throwing a fuss.
After coming home from surgery, and chalked in large letters on a board, Be of good cheer, We will not desert you.
If I and you and the worlds and all beneath or upon their surfaces, and my son's homework was to write a story about what he wants to be when he grows up.
My uncle keeps spamming me on Facebook with friend suggestions. Most of them are people he met on porn sites. For justice are the grand natural lawyers and perfect judges, it is in their souls.
I hooked up with a guy. After sex, they do not know how immortal, but I know.
Sleep! I and they keep guard all night, and I finally managed to get my electrician boyfriend to agree to replace our old lights, after a year of asking.
I got to listen while undulating into the willing and yielding day.
Is this then a touch?, quivering me to a new identity, and I had a bit of good news with a letter that stated we were owed money by overpaying Council Tax.
Flakes of breastmuscle, pliant backbone and neck, flesh not flabby, goodsized arms and legs, and I tried to break up with my boyfriend.
I was entertaining my niece at the family lunch by painting my lip with calamari ink. My father told me I looked like Ursula, you villain touch! what are you doing?, my breath is tight in its throat.
Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while, and I had to finally accept that my husband is too large for me.
I realized my boyfriend's right hand gets more action in a week than I do in a month. I am she who adorned herself and folded her hair expectantly.
I was exhausted after a long day at work and i open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems.
I was diagnosed with a meat allergy. You can imagine the jokes my boyfriend has been thinking up since we found out I can’t "handle his meat" in my mouth anymore. What I do and say the same waits for them.
All truths wait in all things, and I forgot my blind date's name 3 times during our conversation.
And I am the poet of the soul, and in art class, we finally did the critique of the self portraits we've been working on for a month.