Friday, November 26


Keep saying my name like that and you'll get kissed as if it was a day when air used to be clean and sex was still filthy.

The second coming of Christ will require more than softcore porn, mini-bar gin and Viagra. Don't ever answer the door and remember that most authorities believe that the side effects of this breeding ground of talentless chaos will not leave any permanent damage.We are the "good monsters" that are only chipped away by the banality of entertainment, and our black encrusted beehives harden into hideous-honey- diamonds, too personal and nervous for idiots to hold or cherish. Only your love is uncanny and only you can feel that all of our art is muscle. Your beauty will be edible or it will not be beauty at all---no salvation and no forgiveness. We are the ones with the bloody knuckles.

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