Saturday, 26 November 2011

We are all fucked anyways


the pain of memory drives deeper than a knife
a majestic unicorn to be my wife
the hissing and pissing of the gasses from her cunt
rattle the cold pavement of this old barn

who are you
how did we get here
i dotn know you

no no no know me?
love is beautiful
love is free

rodents of the flesh perculate in her bossum
what next? it's hard to say on a day like today