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THE LIZARD’S VELVET HAND
Wanderers this morning came by,
Where did they go,
Graceful in the morning light,
To banner fair,
To follow you softly,
In the cold mountain air.
Jesse,
I don’t know what I have done
I’m turning myself into a demon.
I don’t know what I have done
I’m turning myself into a demon.*
Loneliness definitely has a face and she stared at me along with all [...]
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Big Long Open Gash
It strikes me that the word BLOG ought to be an abbreviation for something along the veins of Big Long Open Gash. I am giving you my wrists here, so that you can read what is written in the veins along them. I don’t want to tell you anything unnecessary in this B.L.O.G but parts [...]
SEX AND LOVE AND RED JUICE