Nasty noises

by yokomolotov

one fist fits all


puke like a pro

you look like my friend

and my friend, she’s dead


and I like the idea

of the world being


with a sound


sentiments aside

you can’t hold me

my organ-  jet powered

my body- torpedo

the no hold of

nets can’t close

you’re the pretty one

let me touch the pretty one



I’m too loud to be creepy

I’m just sneaky


small questions

bare thighs

and nasty noises