sometimes I eat rocks

I sat on the asphalt and became one with the rocks today.

The building i work in has rocks on the inside as interior landscaping. We know how to party.

I want top surgery. Get these boulders off me.

My cousin runs a rock shop and gave me a rock for my wedding. I have licked it, but I’m not fully biting it because it was a gift for not only me.

A couple years ago, the apartment next to mine was making meth. Those are not the type of rocks I’m looking for. Too many fumes.

Once upon a time, I went to college, and the college taught me what specific rocks taste like. From there, I got a hankering, a hankering for rocks. God I love rocks. Their taste. Their texture. Their mouth feel. Immaculate.

The only rock I will never eat is my emotional support rock. It's a homie.

College is a scam, eat rocks instead.

being denied medical care because of circumstances out of my control feels like sleeping on rocks. I'd rather eat them, and then maybe I wouldn't be so exhausted.

Rocks sound really good right now. Maybe it’s the season, maybe it’s just sleep deprivation.

I want a little nap