Keep warming the stew. There are witches on the horizon trying to remember where we were going and how we got here, but now I’ve got one eye facing the front, where some major flash photography rises New York, like a smash to the face of the sun prince, Hawaii.
All I need is your email. Meet me in the clouds. Onlookers. Watchmen. Let’s continue this in new file formats.
I’m shaking with black wings. The sidewalk is sinking. Just stand with me, Lili. God, what is it going to take for you to trust me? Sometimes it is a pleasure being raped.
I grab at her with my bladed days, and suck. Pulling like a ferryman to Styx. Keeping time with the underground organ. There is malice bubbling in my heart. I am Galaxim’s revenge. Double Snicker bar to the face. Send the mess back to hell. Piss on the burning couch, take your dog and rub its foot in glass. Maggots on the heads of all the Juliets around.
I am the ghost of my dead father. For 3.95 I will teach you the secrets of God.
The blasphemer speaks!
Who is the one with the scar on his face?