I was a triceratops. I didn’t eat trees, you must have me confused.
Why is this strangely poetic
Because we used to write poetry about this in petroglyphs on cave walls together but you forgot
Om krim Kalima
Some of us don’t want to remember
Hell, I forgot if I changed my britches this morning!
We used to do that together too!
Well I’ve obviously forgotten about that. I should at least remember changing my underoos around you!
We knew each other 2 704 452 110 years ago. We were nextdoor neighbours on the bacterial mat, filter feeding using some obscure chemical metabolisms. We both lasted around maybe 2 hours?
I was the trees. When you ate me, that was the sexiest part. Then I was inside you, that was sexy too. I also liked when you inhaled all my tree jizz, and sneezed it back out onto the delicate, sticky, receptive top part of my pistil.
(I do remember you. Thats why I ignore you)
Sorry, I found other friends
