Sunday, January 22, 2006

RAGDOLL CONCUBINE: tell me more about the way the sores connect into some constelation no skyline could have ever concocted. tell me more about its gases, to weak to properly fuel the metallic glitter their crust gives off. my mouth will mimic the climax out of habit. i'll pretend i can't see the insect legs that lend mobilty to the blackheads and in turn you'll stifle your vomit long enough to let these fingers graze the only part of you that is still cotton.


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