пятніца, 22 жніўня 2008 г.

Fay

There she stood, legs made of leg flesh. Blonde rivulets like dragon steam curling concentrically from the apex of her spliff nape. Gorgeous as milk and honey, sweet as smoken embers. My Fay, my pretty android woman.

We used to pour oil over each other's faces and lick up the residue with metal tongues. That was until she met him. HIM. The toast of circuit boards, the ruin of Microsoft.

Fay fay fay where are you now? 

панядзелак, 11 жніўня 2008 г.

Scholteim Reinbach I

Has the whole galaxy gone crazy?

Laughing, the totem pole carved by Injun Joes, fifteen of them dancing with their licorice black hair streaming back from steaming brows as they drink in the affluence of the stars. Boo de budlly! Scorched legs, crispin' up your thighs! No man! Yes man! Fifteen breaths full man! Woooah! His vessels dilating ,empty cells, the carved Bull on his side looking like he was made from wood but not on account of the moonshine. They're getting higher with their hatchets and peace pipes, pounding the ground with pleistocene jawbones wrenched from the silty pools of slushy ice.

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