Total void tells me stories, and sometimes they make me sorry.
I need another.
I need another.
Sugar dumpling, muffin baby, this world is going crazy.
I think I'm through listening to you . . .
Gonna make some plans, wait and see.
Turn it off, turn me on.
Open your eyes, look around you! ******** what you heard -- you were lied to.
Sweetheart, sick body part.
Sick heart, sweet body part.
Bones, bones, brittle little bones. It's not the milk you seek, it's the sun you need. The sleek, sleek skeleton I hold -- where are the hidden folds? Where'ss the meat that you eat?
 dyejob · Sun Dec 31, 2006 @ 12:53am · 0 Comments |
