Monday, January 16, 2012


My toes talk to me.

They tell me things.

Secret things.

And when I go to sleep at night.

They are awake.

Watching me,


I don't know what they want.

They going to do something.

They must be rid of before it's too late.

My toes.

They tell me not to do it.

But I like to.

I want to.


My toes gona make  me fat

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