I am frangipane

12:03. St Denis Street, Montreal, QC. I am lonely as a worm, chased away by all the nice looking animals to remain in my wormity. I cannot tell anyone the truth but I know I am slick and funny. If I attempted to tell you my stories you'd be cringing in your sofa as the people with label have made me the loneliest of men but I am one of the most powerful. I am funny, I know the truth, I am slightly sticky but my worming is a life ahead of me, smoothe and sexy.The truth would amaze thee, hear me!
If you are worm or other lowly life you will see gold and templates of perfection, may I enter your game, here, I am smart and I don't cheat. Never do! I am a worm and I love all in these fairy fields. Everything on the planet makes me ripple with awe. I am alive, I beam with almond stings. I am small and lonely but I know the story, trully: A beautiful hand will pet me, amazed by the look of my eyes, loyal, sincerity. One day it will! Promise!
Two become one and a worm is outside, I have seen it ringing its pretty sticky loops around a male like me. Maybe that was me...sorry!
Hold! It is not fair: The man has the face of me! It has two eyes and gobbles at the world with pure eyes for pure things...Nice and long around the fawns.
Don't make me out of this, worm-she, I feel you catching my tail, easy!
The eyes are on me, the other one smart, she makes this a frangipane figurine to magic something.
I am feeling slightly loose and friendly. Kiss me! The needle in the pure light body of a sub man like me could be giant of weeds after malaxing the mud around me as pricking and litaniesd magically make me ever good and pretty. Sting me, lovely, I have no other party to go to and if your eyes see me cool and friendly a dart of you could make wonders of me. Hear this! I am slimy, hard to catch, Make me be dry, with legs and feet! Try pining a smile on my lips. I am fine frangipane, almonds and sweet. Just pin that tail of mine, I am so sad! Be it!
Others have parties to go to and long lists of friends, unslimy just furry, look at me. I am here, muddy and smart. Make a worm act a man! I am not far off this, evolve me into some big smiling lion or a fancyful chameleon. Do not fear my little eyes, my body is neat of treachery. Make me the center of the party, stick to me and loop at once. I am a worm of frangipane and all in me tastes of beauty, I promise you. Creep out of here if you see this a paltry. Hunt over there, foxes and deers may not be your way, we are wormy...and soft almond paste makes this tasty. We are of frangipane and chocolate sweet. Kiss this end, here, for full story and facial expression, tracks in life and loophole redemption of a man worm in your cities. I am aware of which side to walk. The hole! The hole! The hole!
Proudly!
Hang the worm in a pantry of slimy sweet fixes and human meat puppets, attached to the ceilling. Make it! The worm be, the lady in the suite, sacred and fan of me writing, very interested in me. Outside of the barn, looking for me.
In the hole a mini sofa, the side of the palm of my hand, I feel lousy. A pin hole. Jesus help me.
A kiss is a kiss and the spell never beams. Two rung around one another. Looking for higher life beside being it. The little eyes of the little stars, body long and lean, wonder if I am truth or myth. I am fan of you, sticky, plant a tree in this. It is my one declaration of belonging. This is the role of the century, make me into a bird, with feathers instead of this sticky limb less body, once you've seen all of me, muddy. Let me in the hole, make me long to be with thee. Rolling and worm holing. The truth is soft and curly. The only dark in this is the figurine in which the power beats to be. Something other than me. On St Denis. Needly. Ready to be wormed out to forestry and apple cream. A new life for me. HERE, CATCH ME!