I make a mean bread pudding marshmallow look skinny.
I make a complete sentence mountain word out of a mole word mown gran cry.
I make a sentence more lenient, a twig crack underfoot, a shift, my weight to relieve my aching legs.
I make no noise beyond the rasp of my shallow, rapid breaths, a great advocate for animals.
I make a second comment, overstimulated by coffee on the long weekend mud hut; sit & wait for you, nasty face, and it freezes that way. I finally look like my passport photo.
I make a stake of fake cake breaking Blake ache flakes of steak take Drake bake Jake wake
an offer i'm waiting to refuse. . . . a life . . . my life promise I don't intend to keep.
I make a bed, with no intent to sleep mistake and I say I'm sorry if I've hurt anyone, human being, be a human being, being human unto thee.
I make a Freudian impression, stolen of course, from my friend Jacques, make-shift language out of discarded thoughts, precious baby, my gorgeous wife Lisa.
I make a mockery of the English Language.
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