a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

February 05, 2005

I've got a lake of dark orange surrounding my head where the universe piled in through the deaf ear, clarion sounds far distant a light year times seven, we've come a long way with nowhere else to go but down down into the breast of this red beast, Eris is a whore and lives in at least one woman you know, don't be fooled by a smile or the smell of a deadly rose, it will kill you just as sure as the universe drowned in the ocean of orange that waits hot at the end of everything.

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