I'm the fucking Queen of the world.
Right index to text dangles from slumber
Silently still red sent down arm
Decline the need to retract to normality
Laying on the flat
Observations from the ground
Cold chill marble against frail skin
Unbearable, don't make a sound
Gentles gentles
Victims to immense intensity
Morning pays a visit
Lemony gold bolts of energy
Seeps through consuming fools
Diffusing, reducing
Rule #1 you fear the realm
You need to fear itself more
Curls twirls swirls hurls
Redlights, headlights
Floats on the tip
Strawberry rose feminine construction
Slow vicious destruction
Oriental Instrumental
Foundation Ovation 
Disturbed
Feared
Numbered
Fantastical
Charmed
Freed
Near? No, Queer.
Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Posted by
Michelle
at
10:59 PM
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