Assignment: Write an index of imagined (or not) deleted first lines. Bonus points for masochistic display of insecurity & tedium.
All my boyfriends are waiting
At night I rough myself up under the disgusting
Did you hear the one about the bald moon?
For the throat party I brought my best throat
He asked if my nipples were serious or silly
I dreamt I was a stripper in a David Lynch movie
I have a million boyfriends!
I mean this sexually
My orgasm offended even me
O the dark wetness and how it is dark and wet
Shine on, bald moon!
The fourth wall so opens [metaphor about legs]
The rain is like come
Where’s the fucking Rocky theme?
You can blow on your quanta horn all you want
Your cigarettes are not a source code
Your rhymes are wack
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