A back alley dogged howl Aloft and insidious Whirling room to room Carried on through morning Is alive and well

On this day. —On your marks... get stressed... GO! The daylight relay has arose!

Drag me down to the river, to wash these stains away. On it’s banks I cry, and drown the pain of yesterday.

PUNCTURE-WOMB Creating pretty holes and lovely h… making spaces for stained glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red; so… my room with a view.

That was our Morning Long ago, in love Almost total Almost perfect So it’s there I stay

If I can’t be found, it is she who knows where I am; I am her Man. When I’ve gone too far, and have left all love behind;

Jesus Fever. Passionate Deceiver Needing faith from a true believer Now the priceless relics are worth… Your face value

Anna Sleaze is diseased. Like Typhoid Mary, and fucked with ease. Always with a “Please!” And a “MORE, MORE!, MORE!!”

A Clock I draw from, with no surplus of Time. I must reconcile the fact, that until now; I’ve been in full black and white.

I saw you first In a famous Blue Dress A souvenir I took And have kept ever since You called me out

~ PUNCTURE-WOMB ~ Creating pretty holes and lovely h… Making spaces for stained~glass pa… Now sunlit, with vistas of red, so… —My Womb with a view.

Breathe with the streets, the dark… A real life night crawling creep. In the fresh hair, you find me the… and more... planning out my killing floor.

Stray from tender infusion, 'cause docile doesn’t work. Embrace the fasting revolution, and prowl, where gluttony lurks. Survival of the fittest,

The bulletproofing fucking failed! I’m left now to face a face, of nothing more than brittle shale… Content with my reflection, I gaze at what you abhor.