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| i'm singing a womans song tonight and reading into the night half notes half tones there is someone under my skin (thank god he doesnt have a knife)full rounded breasts dance wearily against silk Listen: premenstrual rage as she cocks her neck like plasma screaming (i mean streamin') through her veins injected spun the emotions turning sideways then twisting into the sky like some outlandish roller coaster ride i wish i could have been there to watch her multi-colored ribbons and lace panties soaked in blood dripping from her fingertips like fear she is an exhibitionist she is queer she is a whore she was molested behind a pew she hasn't been the same since he left neonduskmondaymarch272000nineeighteenpm "We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane" - Kilgore Trout (1907-1981) |