Friday, March 14, 2003

asume for a second that we were'nt doomed from the start.that every single word is'nt poetry,that every dead body is'nt art.you would'nt believe me if i carved it into the front of your skull with a penknife.if i sent a clawhammer through your hollow chest and made ornaments of your ribcage.Felatio either sounds like a crippling disease or a euphoric trance.there's enough duct tape and copper wire to make elegant mummified corpses of us all.

Tuesday, March 11, 2003

and i'll wait until the seasons change....

new computer.new band....still no woman,but new band.