Tuesday 4/10/2007 12:51:00 AM

"My cost, the price of a broken doll, can you
Remember that place
The place you would go to take pain away" - mudvayne

"My lamb and martyr, you look so precious.
Won't you come a bit closer,
close enough so I can smell you.
I need you to feel this,
I can't stand to burn too long.
Release inside of me.
For one sweet moment I am whole." - tool

I really get off on molestation songs.

You chew the branch from my thorn. In small bites the meat is bitten. Away from the bone. The skin undone like cold cellophane. Turning hard candy soft.

The mark of spoiled gods climax our story. In short breaths heavy with angels that never came back. The saltwater of dire kisses on freshly mowed skin. Weeds and all in the purchase of backward utopias I can't remember. Can't forget.

Broken knives drawing on the bones. In inks not meant to be seen.

My life in strobe lights. My life in envelopes missing a return address.

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