this night my skin has become a stale dull grey the taste in sync with
spurratic convulsions crickets chirp to the rhythm of blood trickling
down pale thighs left camera pans to two malnourished figures licking
exposed vertebrae and suckling decomposed nipples a passionate display
portrayed by the living and the undead we sat upon that very hill in the
summers eve licking clean the remanents of our eye sockets and clawing
at each others soiled rags i saw the red sea engulf all those who dared
to prosper in this thing.. this.. clitoris it is stationary in a
kingdom of bile and only citizen x holds the key to the riddle of your pretty
pink womb the dead find home in a sheet of maggots and bed of worms and
a halo of flies