Saturday, March 20, 2010

Tentacle Envy and Razor Love

Personally, I’ve always dreamed about that kind of love The Beatles sang about back on BV Earth. Not the kind of "love" I have now with these mechanical whores fasting themselves to metal poles in vast alien scrapyards of their own making. These girls that were given to me by things with tentacles the size of asteroid belts. These girls...

Girls with more teeth than eyes.

But they do smell like women.

(that pleasant mixture of wildfruit and chemical trickery)

And most of all, I like their heroin smiles... for with these they remind me of my childhood… and that’s always when things get a little messy...

But love so often does.


“Time wounds all heels.”
~ John Lennon

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