Piscean Punk Poetiks From The Lake Of Fire

Promises broken from but meagre words a sloppy drunk grin sociopathic slur. In my dream you were a cage dancer I had lost my wallet couldnt find my heartbeat You were laughing, your hips swaying to the music. The snakecharmer was behind me I couold not see him You said that you loved me. Then you were holding a glass of red wine. You told me how I could stay as long as I wanted. But there are daggers in your eyes too so I often I wonder, what you would look like staring down the barrel of a gun. Maybe I could change your mind about a few things. Repair module activate sentient digital sentence. swing about your preferences a circular saw, steady, spinning, suspended by a necklace of razorwire and bones, bricks, concrete with eyes. this child, darker skin and yellow hair, our parents, lost in battle. we hear them inside the seashell; our houses made of matchsticks, broken glass bottles, gold dust and discarded sperm. stranger things have happened, raspberry red coloured/flavoured fe

She held my hands rested on my scaly arm and we watched the planes tear up the sky. She told me over milkshakes "Your swollen eyeball is your least attractive feature." She bought a carton of beer and we spent the rest of the day in bed cartoons and kissing deeper and deeper. She says she's fat and ugly naturally assuming that everyone agrees so i reassure her at once "I'm the only one who can truly see your beauty." She doesn't trust my pale blue eyes far enough to see that her sweet face is my life support addiction. She takes me shopping for a new black dress for christmas flatly refusing to design my outfit. 2007