Song for FebroniaFebronia, only daughter, in the still water, singing, your skin is covered in seeds, from the ancient elm tree, draw on your mother's cheek,Song for Febronia
with a hand full of ash, and oh, in this garden, daughter, your hair is strung by silkworms, you skin is carved from ivory stone, in this garden womb, daughter, your eyes are water prism globes.
Song for Love's SakeThis is the bee garden, this is a wasp paradise, let them latch onto you and take away your blood, they will hollow you out and fill you with honey, and I will drink you, darling, with my lips all chapped, they will wrap you in your own paper, there will be a fire and you will burn, when you are scattered in the air, spell out letters with your clouds,Song for Love's Sake
and I will read everything you say aloud.
Ari's Death SongAri Muse, face down in a pool of your blood, you are drowning, little monster, clutching on to your own hand, black snot ribbons flowing from your nose.Ari's Death Song
Ari Muse, asleep in a puddle, singing sweetly with your lips dyed with passion's red, small croaking, these last moments collecting in your throat, your freckled skin will slowly peel away.
Ari Muse, your onion is peeling, you feather needles are pushing out through the holes on your back, you are a winged bird now, you are white and covered in downy snow.
Ari Muse, up to heaven you will go, you
Song for SleepwalkersTender bones, why are you all alone? sitting with your legs knotted, bound up and biting your lip. Come to my lap and curl up, I'll make you my little doggy, I'll sweeten you up with a kiss, teethmarks on your neck, blemishes on your stomach, dear, no more arms or legs, darling, no more lips or eyes, love, holding you in water, sucking it out of your lungs.Song for Sleepwalkers
Two PlutosIf this were a play, a romance, a comedy, No more of a modern day Greek tragedy, Where the spotlights gave way to city night, And my life engulfed in bruised wildfire was, Cascaded afterglow over slumbering lovers, Whom by morning struggle to be strangers, All things forbidden that are sweet and just, I would stretch in the burning day that wept,Two Plutos
For the pinnacle that passed to summer sun, His eyes jade, mine indigo that became slate, We saw the desert sky fill with rusted smoke, From opposing sides of the same stage, Dowsed in rice that was, but ash in the rain, W
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" That’s a Good one. I’m Actually Banging a Dead Bitch over here! And you got a picture to Prove it! That’s Wonderful! I mean My Cock’s Actually Kind of Stuck inside of her Freezing Cold, Bloated, Rotting, Festering, Gangrenous, Decomposing, Maggot Infest
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Will sing for pants.
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lo que no ha sido, sera...............
Lautreamont 2006?
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