No more red vents with poisonous green death. Revenge is sweet, when it’s unwelcome
What’s worth my time? Duties over the mindless rapids of the still waters, wrap around steady streams of blue thunder.
The cheese and the butter…They will flee the boiling pot of corn, that is popped from the silver cross of hunger.
“Just words” they say. Open the top of my brain and take the second ladder to the left. Grip the slippery sides and climb down into insane madness. Created on a slab of glistening violence…widely known, by many expert witnesses as my mind.
Big. Form. Mysterious Glow.
Tall. Foreign. American. Domestic. Sheer.
Clothing. Penetration. Violation. Intoxication.
Guilt. Remorse. Fun. Satisfaction.
Don’t Worry. This Won’t Hurt, I Swear.
I’m Coming Home.