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my valentine moon you search for the its saliva dripping from that kissed lips of the purple moon.
give me the wetness of your face. i dream maybe of sleeping among dead rats
among the skins of the toilet seats, the weeping of tortured soldiers among men whose face is contorted by
beastly hatred.
my valentine is blood spilled in the streets of guns and limbo madness
the wires spilling from the belly of electricity shouting psalms of evil heroes masquarading last night in the throes
of mastubation flaccidness.
where is the flight of the golden birds reaching for black sadness among the fowls in the frozen poles.
my valentine is scared moonbeam...
the folders of painful syndrome filled with words
like fever, like diarrhea, like the headache of a schizo, like a mental asylum
white white white all is white that make is so dark and very dark as you go along the corridors
of your mind.
my valentine is candle extingushed. scented with the aroma of bleeding.blue torching.
impaled among the deafs and dwarves of noisy and flat fishes.
wet valentine...violin valentine, music pierced among chanted orgasms.
wail the sounds, wail the pleasures! how heavy my feet. the dromedary of february.
jack off my poles, like unwrapped candy. when wine goes to the temple of jesus,
he created the river of lollipop sex and i adhere to its tenets,
like a an obedient slave.
give me the wetness of your face. i dream maybe of sleeping among dead rats
among the skins of the toilet seats, the weeping of tortured soldiers among men whose face is contorted by
beastly hatred.
my valentine is blood spilled in the streets of guns and limbo madness
the wires spilling from the belly of electricity shouting psalms of evil heroes masquarading last night in the throes
of mastubation flaccidness.
where is the flight of the golden birds reaching for black sadness among the fowls in the frozen poles.
my valentine is scared moonbeam...
the folders of painful syndrome filled with words
like fever, like diarrhea, like the headache of a schizo, like a mental asylum
white white white all is white that make is so dark and very dark as you go along the corridors
of your mind.
my valentine is candle extingushed. scented with the aroma of bleeding.blue torching.
impaled among the deafs and dwarves of noisy and flat fishes.
wet valentine...violin valentine, music pierced among chanted orgasms.
wail the sounds, wail the pleasures! how heavy my feet. the dromedary of february.
jack off my poles, like unwrapped candy. when wine goes to the temple of jesus,
he created the river of lollipop sex and i adhere to its tenets,
like a an obedient slave.