E’en through pent nose could he smell it He wished his very senses less developed Or to have fewer appendages, namely his nose; Joy when that stench’s source is appended, Until then, let scent sense’s agent be apprehended. A mind little minded by the company of men A mendicant always, away from all of them,… Read more: Sense
Messages pleading from dead relatives Revealed in secret bleeding bone tongues A lexicon of scorched undersides Unguent for the pus swollen wounds of those left behind. A fire language, puzzling to living minds I strive for it, I will die for it. With hundreds of words for screaming But none for love or life or… Read more: Afternoon séance
I’m that boy who, because he wore trousers that he had received That very evening On which he turned eighteen, which him as adult delineated, Could not board the lifeboats, Could but bawl as they noised away emptily, Full of women and children like the thoughts of soldiers. The clock ticks over, you can’t fix… Read more: Homemade luck
Tantric, orgasm through asphyx Backward aspect, good that the mask fits Pierre Bernard, the Great Oom She went to Barnard, heard they had great rooms High grades, paid scholarship, even her food Was provided, better to fuel and sustain the next generation’s best and brightest flames Walking along the esplanade with my mad ex mot… Read more: Choke ‘um
Living Lapvona Bull run in Pamplona in runners Sorry, mate, that’s a bummer I can bumrush I can run away faster than any security-afraid teenage skater Silk in my pockets like I robbed the best stock during the panty raid Raiding the pantry of a Goddess, trying to find the seeds for fame Trying to… Read more: Crushed lamb
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