Sliver to me in tongues,
parallel slithering sets that bubble and pop
across the floor
like bacon escaping from the pan.
Butter my complexion, the pain is in the filth.
Smother the fuck across our faces as we curiously
seek out our options.

Lather mouth pleather queen, oh pray for me that the
birds tiny bones slip into our throats, may we
choke like babies stuck in the womb of our dying mothers.

Sip from the faucets of disarray, let the steel cold water
stone our veins and paint ivory lines across the vines that
connect us still.
Sell me the reasons of science and the causes of what's to come
but I never want to hear that guys voice say "only on ABC family" ever again!

11/02/2009