Here it is again, the time searched for and found; when the curls unwind, and the moment stands brief; “To all time”.
You should worry, Babe; I am coming. I’m on my way; On the Return. That openness you shared with me,
Drive the dirtied splinter. Lay it straight; direct, and deep into her face. No ending.
~ Every single day, to raise anew Feelings of empowerment, to be use… Can fall before dusk, to soon to b… Yet act as a manure, to nourish an… This nights killer, called; Sunri…
Raised up like curds on Calvary I ponder on the time machine.... How much would Hitler pay For the journals of Trinity? Maybe I would lend Rasputin
In the grace of a Holy Church bel… Chiming hungry latent tune We grew impatient for it’s death k… Muted ringing now entombed. Under guise and shrouded intellect
The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.
This mouth wide open, trying to speak; over our brute, beating the weak. Some convoluted feel,
In this time of need, feeling inco… and relying on unfolded dreams questioning every last belief buried in the deepest of seam is a book I have yet twice to read…
Anna Sleaze is diseased. Like Typhoid Mary, and fucked with ease. Always with a “Please!” And a “MORE, MORE!, MORE!!”
I cannot find favor In loves growth chaperoned I have no detector No pocket ace No perfect way
Liar. My half-track eyes, Spy; A Liar. A mind swept clear,
PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h… making spaces for stained glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so… my room with a view.
I am hearing the words, those word… “Babe, you okay? ... You’re looki… —I would rather don the tattered c… Becoming cloaked by beautiful trut… A ragged layer upon pure awareness…
Soot It seems you may have some soot To gather, to get rid No other place but on your face It stays, persists
