Why Do I Love You? Well, It’s Simple. I’m An Idiot. Let Me Show You.
Why is “Caribbean Queen” in my head? I think Billy Ocean is trying to contact me.
The Idiot
Sometimes Me helps this Idiot out when I can’t seem to get the words out when I dig someone. Me’s got a way with words that I don’t. Desperation and epic stupidity wrote this at The Idiot’s prime and to a person that doesn’t, or never existed – to Me, in the first place. The Idiot’s heart is so BIG. Idiotically big.
I do not advise anyone to send this to anyone, ever for any reason whatsoever. I’m an idiot, and a professional at it.
“Stop resisting me, and I will stop resisting you.”
What?
This is an actual line from a Pepe LePew cartoon. 1955s version of “let me get up in them guts.”
What’s in a smell? I don’t mean the scent of a place or a familiar food, but person-to-person olfaction. I dread to think that this sense becomes weakened for me. Sight is already a problem, and my hearing is on the verge of escaping me. After birthing children, it does get a little more heightened. The smell that sadly only lasts for about 10 months is euphoric. It’s like having the colossal cloak of infinite space, viscus velveteen void, made for unquestionable love.
Pepe could have eased up a little during his pursuit. But when a smell catches you, it’s the only time you’d want to fall with your eyes open.
In closing: please don’t resist when I smell you.
This concludes Random Ass DM Theater. Good day 🦨🐈⬛
In conclusion:
You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe
Nicki Minaj