Dinos

Melted dinosaurs
get a whiff of the smell of furniture shadows;
Their noses are bigger than I am;
Time is logging its transience;
while everything is dancing,
we can shake a hoof,
LOL; that giggling extinct reptile is so sweet.
Are you hungry?
Two hundred million years
without a yummy equisetum is too long a time.
Do you want to eat?
I did prepare for your arrival, lovely.
Do you want to eat me? Haha.
That would be a new paradigm we can try:
the extinct being and the dead being.
Perfect couple. The reasons won't matter anymore.
The cracking love, love and love.
Follow that yellow line to the nearest exit,
and try to leave or sleep as I did.
Doo, moo. Moo. Moo of our mouth.
Where should
I put those vicarious embarrassment packages
I feel when I open my eyes. Animalove.
Did I keep repeating the words?
Did you not? That was ill.
They could be pushed into our stomachs;
that would be nice—
my amorphous torso is dancing on that huge eye ice.
I cannot eat. I can't like Kant.
War and Peace. That's a real poop-poop.
Naked blue sighs.
I had got married to a headache.
That dino's skin is purple.
I would not have thought that
their surface was coloured and patterned.
Love, love, easy love. For those.
You might be a brachiosaurus.
Yesno? Yesno? Okay, so you should know.
I wanted to show this place and our period,
but I failed. It is too cruel. You should leave.
No reason why you should be here. 
Spit a beauty, you Lavender-smelling bonsai.
Ahrang. Morang. Loveland.
Dreaming about love is being free.
Is love a good thing?
It is just another thing that they use as a weapon.
They similarly use everything. 
Go back into the Early Cretaceous.
Can I go with you?
If not, it isn't. if no, no.
There is no problem.