tax-chan

a serpent crossed my road today.  and he hissed the sweetest psalm of lovers in the hay;  of halos in the way;      of hearts spent with irregular beats, and of the masterful feats that i were to accomplish...                  if i could only find my feet! mistakes have been made fences built upon my thoughts. your juiceless viscera          was once desired --                              intertwined?          i now desire only wine... and i say to thee:   thy love was a mistake,   so let us pass by.          and.....                        when it came time... to pluck the blossom from the vine... please,..

a moth, underneath a lamp post, flutters its wings so fast that the silk flakes off and mingles in with the dusty speech of millions of apparitions. all singing their death songs. the ash they speak collects forms chains of hopes and dreams tattered torn and ultimately broken falling back to the ground, swept into constantly consuming gutters lined with razorblades chomp chomp chomping. nagasaki is lulled away to pieces and swept up with a broom, as desolation weaves throughout the air somber strands of seperation interdiction love is interdiction fire "i just want to fuck you and discard you" vapor trails and smooth sails,