Apr 03, 2008 02:05
Thee Highe Writinge Societye
cream of the cropt hair w/ sleek diamond dew drops dripping open follicle wounds. my sunken digitals into nite's cold cranium.
scalpel. check.
"cold/lonely puritan" purifying deities @ old altar of personal saints in bedroom soil. in soil is oil . . soiled dove with mossy wings, green northern angel! float downtown flipped river upside down/deconstruction of reality by loss of primordial appetite: alphabet soup sale @ surplus symposium