0fu (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 0fu) wrote,@ 2005-04-04 14:04:00 |
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phermone trigger
bruised lips, wet with want
stick it in, steal my soul if you're so able
hindsight versus visions of perfection
countermeasures.
an old story, faded stone walls
i remember your name
and what to do when warm eyes turn ghastly
i would prefer vacuum,
confortable and empty
no seething, teeming, tumultous clusterfuck of flesh
that i have, at best, a tenuous control over.
i am completely ruled by limbic urges,
when i was 12 i was babtised in a rickety babtist church.
i found the white smock, the circumstancial ritual quite funny.
it was my turn to get in the pool, and i started to snicker
the preacher held my head under for way to long and i started thrashing about,
came out screaming
my mom says i called him a cock sucker
i've never been to church since.
bruised lips, wet with want
stick it in, steal my soul if you're so able
hindsight versus visions of perfection
countermeasures.
an old story, faded stone walls
i remember your name
and what to do when warm eyes turn ghastly
i would prefer vacuum,
confortable and empty
no seething, teeming, tumultous clusterfuck of flesh
that i have, at best, a tenuous control over.
i am completely ruled by limbic urges,
when i was 12 i was babtised in a rickety babtist church.
i found the white smock, the circumstancial ritual quite funny.
it was my turn to get in the pool, and i started to snicker
the preacher held my head under for way to long and i started thrashing about,
came out screaming
my mom says i called him a cock sucker
i've never been to church since.
