Suicide, blasphemy and make-believe.
Is it time to revolt yet?

Sunday, April 06, 2008

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.