me i like lichen


me i like lichen by ken likes

me i like lichen

aye - i'm lichen inclined

lichen almost

warps my mind

it's fungi, it's algae

it's magical shit too

me i like lichen

how about you



death by nice

it's all quintessentially 

picturesque & quaint

warm brush strokes

the lord doth paint

thatched cottages for villages

lush meadows all around

a light breeze & birdsong

are oft the only sound

every reverend cycles

on the green - wicket keeping

cake sales & ginger ale

a chocolate labrador sleeping

inevitably green hills

generically idyllic

begging for mass murder

or failing that

a picnic