Sometimes myheart tastes like bok choy and ginger stardust and 80s movies falling asleep to the glow of a macbook pro. pan fry it in vodka in 

sesame oil in unwanted attention and worship it like that woman's ass like

jasmine like a dollar dollar bill y'all. serve it with one part scallions,

one part spiked blue pun, one part hand jobs in the dark, one part soy

sauce, one part Confucius & filial piety, one part self-loathing, one part

love.