El Corazón
He lit mi corazón like wildfire,
It ignited something within.
I feel this burning desire,
Whenever I’m with him.
Loco con lujuria and now i’m addicted,
Y yo amo the taste of his skin.
But we are always restricted thus I’m conflicted,
Is this actually a grave sin?
Monday 22nd February 2021 3:18 pm
to what
to what
what to write
what to think
what to do
what to say
what to dispose
what to ask
what to answer
what to design
what to suggest
what to refuse
what to confirm
what to dream
what to add
what to discuss
what to tattoo
what to read
what to eat
what to drink
what to be
what to fuck
what to shoot
what to bomb
what to corrupt
what to believe
what to dismiss
what to slaugh...
Thursday 22nd February 2018 5:00 pm
Immortality
Imitation sugar, petroleum jelly, styrofoam,
plastic milk jugs, cockroaches,
toxic waste, photo chemicals,
silicon implants, rayon shirts,
carbon, light pollution,
true love
true love
Monday 20th February 2012 7:30 am
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