Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Gape as the fangs of a fairy taste you .

Seethe my friend , for it is it's dirty eyes which hurt you .

Swallow your pride, as the bitter pill of pique excites you .

Bite it, that atramentaceous tongue who stole your soul .

Come now, eyes to the back of your crown.

Stellar awaits .

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