123.

Let your children out
to dance tonight. Free them to
experience life

and their childhood
while innocence and joy can
still be found within.

122.

Heartache is only
a symptom seeking vaccine
by love's sharp needle.

121.

The pumpkin mimics
harvest's evil revelry
through knives and candles.

120.

A million depressed
and angst filled puppet cliches.
Fucking teenagers.

119.

I wish I wanted
to hate you. But not even
that would be simple.

118.

The abortion of
feelings you keep vomiting
up, hardly woo me.

117.

Lispy kid outside
my window, if you fuck up
my immediate

napping plans, I will
totally beat you senseless
with that tricycle.