I feel the wetness of her tongue
that slides across my
I blew my last five on a cheap fifth of
Why do you love to lick my wounds?
Why do you
Dr. Suess is dead
We await... life
Dr. Suess is dead
A cloud
Turning the knife buried in your stomach
I woke up alive
The God machine is hungry
for individualism and ripe brains
the skull
If I took this cigarette and put it out on
A creature made of sunshine
her eyes were like the sky
Rabbit
Across your face
I see what you are
You wanna kill the
flower girls play lover
grave games in the courtyard
I heard her
hunter of tears, relative pain
half of this world is dark
we wanna see some blood
we need a new whore
we don't
Sedated and lazy
Cold skies full of blue
The sun burns forever
It
what color is death?
the shade of an ice pick sinking
A cloud of flies obscure the sunA stone is dropped
Turning the knife buried in your stomachI woke up live
The shade of an ice pick sinking into fleshSex-n-sex-n-sex-n-deathI don't