Black Bees//Paradise City
By EvolovE
:: Black Bees//Paradise City It hits like a sour bomb hissing away drugstore whores and streetlight mayhem another persuasion for you to masturbate steadily over with the spill of your hot fluids in amounts that marbleize until the nectar coagulates and scars one inch over the limit set in a shadow overcoat Stiffened collars and spiked lips for the arousal and fear of encounter will take back what you know and offer them so much less as they open their cupfuls and leak all they can gain but nothing to lose Made of boxes\\ made of paper they fall under and the stars become their streetlight mayhem hiss away the whores and run away with whatever will sell you next// this time you bought your last dime :: Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 02:24 PM PST 0 • 10
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