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It's definite.
It's utterly implausible to ponder that it - the rubbish affair - was ever anything but explicit…because it wasn’t.
Down where the spirals of dreams swizzle, twist, curve. Where all your joy is bundled under a wing; famished from all happiness…happiness that was removed ever so slightly - crawling out of your soul - with a twenty-dollar bill.
That is deep into the sadistic realm of unnerving restlessness and sorrowful misfortunes - much being related to the blood-pumping organ I’ve safety pinned to the end of my sleeve…
It’s madness: sheer eye-popping-out-of-your-skull adrenaline that’s reserved for those with wonder, surprise.
And it’s where a nest, a blooming creation of warm and soft comfort was brought about.
I’ve laid my eggs.
Which is where I now stand. Knee-deep in feces and problems and promiscuous, wanton little corner-street dramas that have just about had enough!
My head is swelling. It really is.
It’s a mother-fucking waterbed in there…
So it’s come to where I’m shaking my head, dripping and oozing in such lust for love (as Iggy Pop so nicely sings).
I feel like a wet doG.
purple.
It's utterly implausible to ponder that it - the rubbish affair - was ever anything but explicit…because it wasn’t.
Down where the spirals of dreams swizzle, twist, curve. Where all your joy is bundled under a wing; famished from all happiness…happiness that was removed ever so slightly - crawling out of your soul - with a twenty-dollar bill.
That is deep into the sadistic realm of unnerving restlessness and sorrowful misfortunes - much being related to the blood-pumping organ I’ve safety pinned to the end of my sleeve…
It’s madness: sheer eye-popping-out-of-your-skull adrenaline that’s reserved for those with wonder, surprise.
And it’s where a nest, a blooming creation of warm and soft comfort was brought about.
I’ve laid my eggs.
Which is where I now stand. Knee-deep in feces and problems and promiscuous, wanton little corner-street dramas that have just about had enough!
My head is swelling. It really is.
It’s a mother-fucking waterbed in there…
So it’s come to where I’m shaking my head, dripping and oozing in such lust for love (as Iggy Pop so nicely sings).
I feel like a wet doG.
purple.