Thought Industry

Fear's my love, a lonely habit. Like a rusty needle my Touch is everlasting. I've seen your God fall dying from The sky. The Eagle's a Vulture sucking at Eden. Children on a playground one kid's bigger than the Rest. The blind stand beside him. The w

I sing poems of rebellion. Lax russet lips lavish Scabrous empathy. Without rights I kowtow. A silly Carcass burrowing forward. This reads terms of vast Cosmos for Tianamen Square, or felt dampness in meat. I crave iced pavement to clot my languid fl

Leanna Nechlon pouts blood and tears. I taste her Neck. I can now make her eyes roll to white. Her pulse Rate quickens. Throbs upon my probing tongue. Stars Fall above us, burning for us. Leanna became the whore That save me from life. I've lost fait

screw yesterday or three hours back because the pubs have kicked me out again and the christmas lights make me pissed so stumble through the snow into a dimestore nativity scene i fell asleep on baby jesus with my boots on joseph's back and sing, "oh