I want you to think of pain as the dream of history and fucking as a glimpse of eternity I want to be in you and you all around me as we circle around a loving sun at 100,000km/h I want the discovery of your every hole to make irrelevant the desire for the secrets of the world I want you to be a naked teenager I want you to be my mother Will you eat me? Say you will All of me! …and keep it down? I want you … Continue reading →
A spray of liquid that would have little meaning if it were not red and viscous.
The moon is dead Lightning freaks through the wrathful sky Clouds dancing with white fire unleash pregnant prisms to stain the earth and thunderclaps race like children lost Ships, nippling the beast that was once the sea, buck in fear Gull staggers across the sky; hermited and shitless Everyday it storms and i’m always the gull.