October 19, 2008




Oh, goodness, sweet freshness,

Dragged in, thrown out,

Dragged in, thrown out,

SMASHing chattering teeth

Whilst I'm picking, picking, picking his scabs

With curious nails, splintered nails.

Don't you take them from me you invisible wretch, jealous wretch,

With your snakes and your slaves and your sorrow and your-

                                        Stop it! Stop it!

Eyes, ears, eyes, ears, ears, eyes,

Bloated with cotton wool

And flaking skin


Won't you wait a while, my ravished lungs are burning.


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    Louie SMASH

    20 Oct 2008, 16:49

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