shots #9 whispers of an immortal youdead end; windswept window pains; riding petroleum clouds to the end of ... cymbaline; dirty bitch; full of grace; riding petroleum clouds to the end of ...
so high she'll never; come down never hit the climax; she's a freakshow baby a freakshow baby her own; final hit; no solution another dead end/beat beat dawn cracks her skull; wide eyes on the horizon the alchemyth of time / heart beat; immaculate penetration drive; drive as deep as deep as another dream of ... so deep she'll never ride another vulture called amnesia; not another dream of ...
deadbeat; wasted mythologies of numbskull in the netherworlds; of butchers eyes mirror of distortion trapped behind a wall of purity the filth; of her ... exorcised bloodshot the last of screeching nights in purple haze & sickly pink; pale skies deadzone/comfort zone; no more total annihilation the final disease; c'mon let's fry for a while in the interim of ... waking up the world stops & blinded she;
rise from her bed of rotting flowers riding petroleum clouds to the end of ... blackhearted cymbaline; toxic eyes riding petroleum clouds to the end of ...
& pain is no more than a higher state of pleasure [she said; she said] as dreams are a higher state of consciousness & reality just a fraud; unholy concoction of inhibitors; the end of nothingness is always just beyond time is a; cruel mistress; fucking w. our minds our; now/here any;where yet another death in the house of lost; dreams - yet another life gone out of - eyes as deep as deep as; driven through scarred windowpains
reclaim the blinding headlights w. wide open eyes; this pagan night a frenzied dance on fire; naked under a smiling moon a celebration of life in the face of; death still to be written in the stars of the interim; the between in severed faces forgotten by all who never; loved - you - like - i - did; who never rode the elevator of; yr soul bleeding w. a tongue full of needles the cigarette burning yr; fingers the eyes of hurricane you - un/
/leash the beasts you gave; yr life to & ride the petroleum cloud to the end of ... fuck the future & rip the past to shreds ride the petroleum cloud to the end of ...
drown me in a pool of yr; fatal kiss from beyond yr sweet fires yr venus flytrap; ride me to the end ... to the end of ... these valleys of brownstone & solitude paved w. liquid asphalt & deviations of the wind; whisper yr name; yr face reflected in every window insatiable relentless unforgiving immortal - the ghost of you - whispers inside my head
& this night never ends; cymbaline you are one & me the blind conveyor of sex w.out bodies words that are undetermined by ... cracked mirrors & yr face carved in numbers behind my eyes
i feel yr presence still; yr passionate touch; the breath of yr kisses like waves of electricity
electric surges like poison in my veins
throbbing stop-motion action/re action
snowflakes/ashtray
the blinded beast
filth; yr last trip
riding petroleum clouds to the end of the ...
no/more last words; a final chapter an end to cute nightmares; no more screams into dark rooms no more; waking in cold sweat with white faces staring through the windows; the photograph is fading away in flames; leaving my memories scarred; burnt nothing more than ashes to be swept away by the wind; a whisper
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