Girls with Insurance

These are my thoughts on a page.

Sounds almost like those old drug ads huh?

“This is your brain on drugs.”

“These are my thoughts on paper.”

Both look like a frying pan full of bacon.

God I am hungry.

Bacon = murder,

fur = fashion

trade = murder

murder = a butt load of crows.

A little less hungry now (murder and crows does that?),

stopped salivating and

pulled some popcorn out of my teeth,

and

wow,

no longer hungry.

So these are my thoughts,

on paper.

But only until they make it onto the paper,

then they become yours.

You’re reading your own thoughts.

These are your thoughts on paper.

You sick bastard.

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Kyle Brett is just a college student who enjoys scribbling on paper or typing at a keyboard.