He keeps me sipping pearls fingers in the socket feeling for his wet corpse and crying
I insincerely can’t remember I do remember wanting him dead but I blank at the going through and then I kept wanting him back Never remove scars
Card game suit of flowers in the cleared out sugar factory when you fan them down and declare defeat I’ll be watching like a lucky scar from the show window on the top floor with Jim rotting invincibly becoming a crime He keeps me criminal minded and I like it very much to capture Patty Hearst in black who one day will start craving babies of her own That’s the difficulty with being a woman and militant tender one day you’ll want to breed something innocent of your disordered longing and a world that doesn’t need remedy and you might have to settle for amnesia for taking someone out to make this a safer place and you will consider yourself innocent and reborn
