Jessica

We know little of your character.

When we hear your name we think tits and red hair and red lips like pillows.

Shiny coke can brilliance of your dress and the S shape that lies beneath.

Purple lids frame cartoon eyes and cartoon person looks out to see nothing and strains to portray your cartoon womanhood.

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Ricklations

People who think of Rick as grandpa are missing out on his sex appeal.

Stop relating with Morty people.

You’re relating with Morty too hard.

Flame of Consciousness

Stretching out ahead

Vast narrow wind

Stringy path – goat tracked

Grass matted like my hair at the back when I can’t be bothered to comb.

Poke holes in soil

Dampness

Dew in the morning on the “washing” line

Granted

I’m an adder, swishing through, coiling up

Slow worm

Slow wyrm

A letter and I have wings and claws and

legend gold

Fear inciter (twisted)

Blowing up bin-breath

Antisocial hoarder of things that mean different to me.

A magpie value

Scrooge McDuck Dragon whip my tail and yawn, as you creep past me

Heart pounds

My great yellow eye pierces your body,

Drop in fear and I make you dance, twirling dolly with scaled fingers,

Black glinting talon twirls.

Scar in the lair – you can be Rowan Atkinson’s blue bird