And Bob Marley is scolding me for not doing my art.
But I'm stuck between neutrons and the strong force always wins in short distances.
So what does one do?


Her ThighsI inhale your words, Like lighting up It burns. My lips smell of you, Clothes redolent, And my mind... clings to you.Her Thighs
Like back in the day When the universe would reveal its thighs In front of my smoky eyes, She would bend and fold, Begging me to express her sympathies, Because she had become such a mess
She would speak through me, While I played tic-tac-toe with words. I would fail. She would curse.
But she was more addicted to me than I was to her. She got dumped while I joined the herd. We kept


Devil Calls Me HomeI will teach you the biggest trick the devil pulled off, he said. And turned me around. Put a knife through my neck And down my spine. Carved me in and out, As if I was marble, A soon to be bride. He ripped away my dress, Naked I lay, For a decade of silence, In chaos of wonders, Where I spoke to god, In lack of replies. Darkness took over. And home was found.Devil Calls Me Home
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