Oh Wasabi Pea You are a pulse in unidentifiable yellow crunch Many have laughed at your innocuous form Many have paid the price for their arrogance as The pain of a million tiny samurais invaded their nose.
I love cloud scapes, lunar japes and Chanel #90: Pirate. I intend to talk poetry but almost always end up talking food or politics. Sometimes both. I'm not as nomadic as I'd like but working on it. And I'm not high maintenance, just difficult. Respond
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