Here I am, composing of burlesque, Out of where they rest their necks, Sunken in the splintered cradles
And ramshackle ants, They ask for it, as a boy, I eat my wishes on golden toothpicks and digested them with wolf intestines
I fell from the heavens, As a fetish blessed with an operatic skeleton And as the stars watch me descend, I crack the family tree and, Chopped off all of the branches
I fell from the heavens, As a fetish blessed with an operatic skeleton And as the stars watch me descend, I crack the family tree and, Chopped off all of the branches
The Loiter Squad · Tue Jan 19, 2010 @ 01:47am · 0 Comments |