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Queen of Hades (Scorpionic II)

He pulls the limbs of Chronos twists both of them right back He tars Apollo’s visage marks every inch pitch-black Tonight gives rise to Hades his underworld takes hold Don’t walk alone, Persephone your flesh he craves, I’m told He’ll … Continue reading

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The Passenger

She sits immersed and oblivious to those ones placed around her Her face sharpened and serious her eyes draw into slumber A refined brush of hair curved skyward at each ear her lips cut fine and smooth caress her philtrum … Continue reading

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MRDA Loves the Bush (Part 1)

Indeedy indeed! [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BW3gKKiTvjs] What. Fucking. Artistry! End of part one…… ~MRDA~

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Protected: These lyrics articulate the affection I have for my managers sooo fucking well – especially today!

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The Great Becoming

I’ve placed too much of myself right here, along the cable Too much remains erratic or, better yet, unstable You moved me like a puppet yet I gave you the strings the ones you used to pull me bound on … Continue reading

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Uncouth

I see no need to clasp my hands to sing Hosannas for Promised Lands to bow my head to know my place to think myself a spook’s disgrace Why let your illness Strike me blind Let your thought virus rape … Continue reading

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Protected: Poetry is the perfume – and pissing – of the soul….

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