Tuesday, November 12, 2002

hang my fingers on the skin dressed fence.mesmerised by a drawing of exploding cradles.i've heard you speak of torment and reptiles while wax coated your wounds.Slither past nightfall like a rat uncaged.your tempered skin is bloody and unwound.Suicide is on the lips of every choirboy.

some improvised insanity from my noggin.everything i ever needed to know i've learned from JR Hayes and Dax Riggs.


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