I’m a man eater. Do you know what that is?
Have you ever heard of a Venus fly trap?
That’s right. It works like a charm. Hungry hungry hippo- did you ever play that game as a child because we did. Do men even eat? I doubt it. Sure they stuff their faces with glue and grime and television shows- sure they fill up really hard and fast when they can- (it’s pathetic really) -when it’s easy- when she’s looking for a place to sit and rock- ride the wild horse, hunt the wolf- so funny though ladies and only we know don’t we- that their aren’t any left! No seats in the house!
Of course we don’t say a word and we pretend and we play- yes, it’s a mind game John, and trust me,
you aren’t winning! Come home to mommy big boy! Home is where the heart is- cereal with milk and everything! Plus we don’t complain when there’s a “little problem” do we? No, we stay thin to make them feel big and then we slam them against the wall in our own special way-Don’t we? Honestly, I don’t think we’re helping them at all- putting on man clothes and taking you for a kiddy ride -because from what I hear, none of you have eaten in a very long time (some maybe never) and you’re really too skinny and you’re gaunt and you’re hollow-
but he didn’t notice did he? (why are you with him?) And it’s a good thing – because he likes thin women and I just hope your breasts are the right size. Does he love you like you dreamed of. No. Not even close.
I know he does not. And I never told anyone they couldn’t eat me- they just aren’t able to because they still don’t have teeth and they wouldn’t know a piece of meat if you rubbed it in their face. I’m not a man hater. I’m a man eater. Do you know what that is? Have you ever heard of a Venus fly trap? That’s me sexy sister. And next to me is my web where I wrap up the left overs for another time. I never told him he couldn’t
make the cut. I never told him he is rough and can’t ride. I never told him anything to stop him from spinning on the thread he hangs from.
My mom was a spider. I learned everything from Her. What was she supposed to do? Be a soldier? Salute the man? Yea, right.
So many men and so little time.
My flower is big too.
And men, no, not all- because I love men the most-(women can be catty and hen like)-don’t get all ruffled guys -and start fluffing your feathers.
You big, hot, angry peacocks- so bright and SO soft.
Yes soft and I’m stroking..
And I’m still looking for God.
Who wouldn’t want to have sex with God?
Who wouldn’t want to disappear into my face?
Who wouldn’t want to take the plunge?
Angry, angry men. Hot, spinning women. I love men the most- they never get caught in the small talk. I really love men, played with boys all my life. Is it our fault that we learned how to work them?
Paul I love you -and don’t expect me to act spiritual. It doesn’t mean anything, the word without Her joy. She’s coming for you and your mother knew it. I know it too and you’re like my best friend.
It’s hot in the closet and maybe two can fit.
Vacuum cleaner and a man. A man with a BIG broom. (no little brooms allowed-nothing personal)
The point I’m making really is, why don’t you help clean the house? She’s planting her flower everywhere in fantasies that have nothing to do with you. I know she’s a mad women and I told Her She’s a Manson Girl. She sent a picture to me with Her tongue sticking out. So long and red and so pointed-perfectly phallic- bigger than any man could ever show me-(He’s really missing out Megan)
and I said, “She’s got it all figured out” She said to me, “off with their heads!”
When should we start? Which head? Where’s the vacuum?
And He’s not enough for you Tara Devi.
The quickest draw in the west. I too, carry a gun.
So don’t think that two isn’t better than one.
my friends and my foes my beloved pet beast,
don’t get stuck in the glue eating factory.
Don’t get lost in the guest room. Don’t get angry at me. I know you all -and I’m only calling it like I see it. I gave it away- the directions to get here- and maybe you thought that I lived somewhere else. Maybe you think I’m crying for comfort. Maybe you think I’m insane.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH for playing this game.
Recipes are boring.
I’m channeling the Gods.
The Gods who want to fuck us.
Calling from the holy land, we’ve come so far to leave this little broom behind …and they gave me the flower and…
trust me, they meant for me to use it.
Get in or get out. I’m a man eater and theirs only one flavor. You.
Hot Ladies for sale,
(and most of us seem to be)
send your Man my face and it won’t be long now.
send your Man my face and He’ll be wetting the bed.
Send your Man my name.
Just do it.