intervenious orgasm (notes) |
intervenious orgasm(life of life)if i be before deathwhatever shall thee maydont speak of murder to me(i kinda believe her)i'd believe damnation...(?)let them lamentlet them be sadwhen theres nothing ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 05:45:00 GMT |
Reincarnated as a Junky...This is the Day I ll Never Cry Tears Again (notes) |
Reincarnated as a junky (this is the day ill never cry tears again) (NOTES)
i pushed my own end with my own handwhen these roses finaly touch meill pick themmade me so sadi thought i knew povertyas&n...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 19:59:00 GMT |
...Measurement of Units in a Barrel...Tis Freedom Steel My Cold |
...measured by the measurement of units in a barreltis freedom steel my cold
what speedath compeled me to your divine...Measured bwas it trauma to diewhat rosily pollination inverted my loveto the syn...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 19:51:00 GMT |
What Actors Say of Blood (notes) |
what actors say of bloodwhat actors say of blood no mere more what actors say of bloodpeerles and freeas all seersit all of blood means for is it naught, for truth to be here, there, where cascad...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 19:49:00 GMT |
I Was the Miscarrage of the Dawn (notes) |
I Was the Miscarrage of the Dawn
did you wake up in time to this day might i suggest heating golden rodand Aloe vera this comes clear to come cleanbeing sterile hurts so damn badafter, i came to ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 19:43:00 GMT |
Confession (notes) |
i opened a new fragrance to persist you might say,i sprayed walls red ; as one would paint the town red all overbut what? guikt could guilt me as far as forever itself nigh add-come true, what may, as...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 19:36:00 GMT |
Nature is the Funeral of Paradise (under revision) |
Nature is the Funeral of Paradise (under revision)
NATURE IS THE FUNERAL OF PARADISE
laces her cordial small dress
as to me
i am the only witness on the outskirts of rest
and now the canvases...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 11:18:00 GMT |
a warm blanket |
i visit the no longer until i say ever
slugs lebotanize warm to remember a stronger life
and the city lights, oh!
i was slang before i divorced ectasy
pang, pang, pang, pang, pang
oh! it...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 11:31:00 GMT |
God makes perfume as the sweet of mine myrr be thy loathe |
God makes perfume as the sweet of mine myrr be thy loathe
in momentum of my passing nude deceasing clothed
cold still in the climes of heaven be that of the wretched stalk
in s...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 11:30:00 GMT |
ash is never the patient pace in age's throttle |
ash is never the patient pace in age's throttle
our hand are beautiful hammers
as it taps the nail
(hammeraging our inheritance)
as quiet as aneurism
love is the mortor and nothing more
...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 11:08:00 GMT |
