Reborn with flies on my face. Woman to the whimpers of the unreformed paroled. Mind webbed in the ribs of a neck-securring halo. Hung on nails a decade wide, sentenced to an unweaned infancy. Peeling in the zone, the organ flaps like clipped reels of film. Burlesque images from a leper colony. I've had nothing but future since then, anoited by icepick, mad and naked under the kissing flags. we listen as their souls crack, chilling indentations in waves that make the hinges hiss. cleansing hands casting shark-maws over lacquer-bathed features? The tagged, overwhelmed with rumored heavens, operate until the tract lights hum.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
