it is madness-
this slow masturbation of my sin
sensation creeps along the flesh of invention
and i'm in your arms again
Friday, January 21, 2011
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Fragile: Do Not Drop
i was thinking of you but not quite in the normal sense (boxes) inside each of us is a place for quiet things like gardens of simp...
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i like this quiet time of night when mother melody has put all those fears to bed tucked them in for a long night’s rest the only soun...
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close to remember swelling images crisscross the plain paper intersection in my injected mold mind turning fragments of old movies...
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come now, enter the land of infection and honey taste the sweetness of deceits passionate kisses stand up and pledge allegiance to sicknes...
Written in 2006.
ReplyDeleteInfidelity or not? You decide.