i cant love you anymore big beautiful fuchsia spider |
every time i close my eyes i am wrapped in a web getting sucked dry
Posted by bedroom scientist on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 10:53:00 PST |
kiss me |
tying my abdomen to a rod i run backwards pointing out the distended hairs growing from my ugly orificerepeatly she belches the alphabet backwards calling it a "skill" not a "talent", over stairs and ...
Posted by bedroom scientist on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 06:57:00 PST |
awake |
every time i open my eyes its like someone molded me out of clay but they left the duct tape on my eyes because they didnt want me to see something i grasp out at something that burns faker then the s...
Posted by bedroom scientist on Wed, 23 May 2007 07:08:00 PST |
it's like the smoke is drawn to me |
you can go back to the city, you can tell them that im dead
Posted by bedroom scientist on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 01:08:00 PST |
