corsets and horsesfaint sirens are carrying open eyesto dream of days of corsets and horsessex in the parlor on velvet with rivetsmade for love and hate but not necessarily in that order.longing for liaisons cut down to film reelsthe lighting is perfect, but I'd like it darkerwaning is easy, it's waxing that's got meon streets so dull and deadened the ears hear no drivel.
apnea dreamsApnea dreamsshe is a living dolla porcelain comfortto noone in particularApnea doesn't mind the big pictureas long as her details are inlinehair of crimson, hair of nightlong or short todayshe saysjust make itdifferentfrom yesterdayApnea's got a lust for changeand I wonder -did her Daddylove her enough?cuz thiem pickshures bay reel bayadthat'n luhks tew yummy tuh bay reelApnea dreamsshe is a living dolla porcelain discomfortto no man in particular.
otherstwilight tourniquets bombshadows on the feathers of angelsthe blessed are fewbeloved even lessthe stories of heartsare censoredand burnedby committees of the Utmost Moral Structureswe all see their secretsthe nervous twitchesbehind those Chanel jacketssmirks of cruel joyin the smallest failuresof othersothers brightothers boldothers tellingothers toldothers not unlike ourselves.
The Stemrage on a hooki am blindedred with whati am notpretty little girlsin picturesvirtual competitionis toughthey don't shitthey don't crythey don't cough upyesterday's heartbreaklike the posterson his walland clickingthrough yoursshrinks the thoughtthat i am moreimportantthan thatfucking fluffso i thank youfor clearing the airthe ideals had begunto float back inbut in stompingin angeragainst youi dug back inrecovered the stemand i've returnedto the land ofno Him.
origindays spent in painfor propagationi am womanblood is my nationand you, boy,are my creation.incubating devils and saintsdelivering with a screamwho could possibly imagine this holeis the origin of so many dreams?