Blown-Out Joy From Heaven's Mercied Hole

wreck your hotel room.

Lady Grey.

What will Lady Rust do when she is gone?

someone save this tongue from lukewarm tea that tastes of your spit and shit all happening in white circles front centered by men who want to be with children and when i say be i mean be inside a custard colored skin encrusted with oil and salt licked from the backs of cats and carnage all on the home front we reap the benefits of the good working arms toiling with the fecal faces of first class first fucked high flying you i will probably cave and once again think that this is all my fault and this is all my flinch from a fist to the eye that watches how you shit in peoples mouths and they take your abject so dearly loved they gather to pay homage to your greatness and all i see is how i am so uneasy and walked into the carpet with lint in ears and sand stung lips mouthing curses falling on deaf horses biting my feet

multiple wants and wills for something better or something anything that will pull me into a corner and let me be

wont you let me be to sit in dust and count these mould spots growing over my hands ill enjoy it so much better when there isnt your gnawing nails exercising their powers on my chest.

here is your throat back thanks for the loan

EVENING REDNESS IN THE WEST.

black magic rituals and perversions.

electric wizard and film stills.

congratulations. . . . .