Paroles de Dog's Heart
He held her down.Zero is the center of the universe.
Purple alfalfa vetch
Small pubescent hairs, sloughed off.
How can a man be a man when he can't what he can?
Wheel of life, rock of Sisaphis
The Open body of a woman
At the climax of organism there is a shudder - mostly felt in
the stomach - almost identical, but less intense than shudder
experienced at the moment of death.
Party til she's cute a young man's t-shirt reads
Infinity likewise is a verb
Small stones begin to rise and float on the water.
What strange snake is this that can be sick with fever
Are not snakes cold blooded creatures?
Like a crowbar in the vagina, ripping to pry loose the pelvis
Thus are structure and form now wed
In a small cottage, just outside of town
a dark and narrow gravel lane
so overgrown the leaves
touch a passing car with smoke
Death the life giver
Death the life taker
Death the advisor
Damned are those who think they have befriended death
A man stands in a doorway of a room in a small white cottage
He stalks himself using death
Much like a wolf stalks the caraboo
He stands himself, watching himself, waiting for himself
The meadowlark's call - makes you feel uneasy
The unrelenting march of sleep
Veterans of subconscious deprivation
At the climax of organism there is a shudder - mostly felt in
the stomach - almost identical, but less intense than shudder
experienced at the moment of death.
Party til she's cute a young man's t-shirt reads
Infinity likewise is a verb
Small stones begin to rise and float on the water.
What strange snake is this that can be sick with fever
Are not snakes cold blooded creatures?
Like a crowbar in the vagina, ripping to pry loose the pelvis
Thus are structure and form now wed
In a small cottage, just outside of town
a dark and narrow gravel lane
so overgrown the leaves
touch a passing car with smoke
Death the life giver
Death the life taker
Death the advisor
Damned are those who think they have befriended death
A man stands in a doorway of a room in a small white cottage
He stalks himself using death
Much like a wolf stalks the caraboo
He stands himself, watching himself, waiting for himself
The meadowlark's call - makes you feel uneasy
The unrelenting march of sleep
Veterans of subconscious deprivation
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