release

nick zedd mouth fucks himself in an all-night starbucks

as

I sip my tea

eyes goo-ing moist

a viral death dance

the couple next table over

chats in flirtatious one liners

o-hahahahahahahaha

o-heeheeheeheeheeheehee

as

**thrust in me**

a cockhead

taps the still warm corpse of nick's feminine self

I sip my tea

in a drizzle of light pop new Elton john

at

11pm

and every table sags

from the weight of so many laptops

I sip my tea

the jizz spews hot

against the creeping cold

within and without

and the money changes hands

for boiled beans

far less magical

than

nick zedd the man

mouth fucking

nick zedd the hot dead chick

all that I have to offer is this:
head of a stag, body of woman.
a hermaphodite with long black nails.
a sleeping child.

"perhaps I can lash his eyes open for you…"

the seat that was saved for me in the darkness
&
the dreams that you dare to dream (really do come true).

THIS DEADLY BOREDOM

GIVES HER KISSES

THE COLOR OF HAPPY DAYS

WHILE THE CREAMY SUGAR SINKS IN MY THROAT

TEARS AND NECKLACES

COMEDIES AND TROUBLE

I HAVE ENOUGH GUTS

TO LET YOU GO

RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN

OR

COME CLOSER

THE BIG BAD WOLF IS IN THE WOODS

Company is such a wonderful thing.

"The time has come."

"What time?"
"Not WHAT time. WHOSE time. I have my mind set on him."

"Right now, perhaps, he is in the middle of the process which transforms him from a passable chap into a seizure-inducing animal. It might already be too late, but we must attempt a rescue!"

"We must save that depressed beast. We'll give him salvation. He'll be the most salvaged creature ever by the time we're through."

"Go inside."

YOU'RE MUCH TOO GOOD TO COME SIT ON MY KNEES

YOU'RE MUCH TOO GOOD TO CUM SIT ON MY KNEES

many a flower regretfully...

dreaming of the day

when i sing

to the donkey

and

he no longer farts.

giving in to a 'yes'

someday,

the wax doll

and

the sawdust doll

will live their lives

without fear.

chrysalis: the metamorphosis result

One day before a butterfly hatches the chrysalis changes it's look again. Its surface becomes transparent and you can see the fully formed butterfly sleeping inside.

there is a state called "torpor" that is the insect's equivalent of sleep. An insect in torpor exhibits immobility and distinctly reduced response to stimuli, though it can rouse from torpor in a matter of seconds if the stimulus is strong enough.

The first thing that happens is that a lot of the caterpillars old body dies. It is attacked by the same sort of juices the caterpillar used in its earlier life to digest its food. It would not be far wrong to say the caterpillar digests itself from the inside out in a process called ‘histolysis'. Not all the tissue is destroyed. Some of the insect's old tissue passes on to its new self. The amount that does this varies between different insects. There is one particular sort of tissue left, in a number of places in the insects body are collections of special formative cells, which have played no part in the insects larval life, and have stayed hidden or protected during this partial death. Each of these groups of cells is called an ‘imaginal bud' or a ‘histoblast'. The job of these histoblasts is to supervise the building of a new body out of the soup that the insects digestive juices have made of the old larval body. This they do using the same biochemical processes that all insects use to turn their food into part of their bodies. This rebuilding process is called ‘histogenesis'. During this time the insect is very vulnerable because it cannot run away, and this is why insects try to choose somewhere safe to hide away when they are going through this incredible change.

"M"

oh, boy

time for another evacuation

turning the other cheek with a polite no thank you

and

tonguing shards

and swallowing sand

a razor lick

goodbye

with you

there's always a fine line

between barriers and endings

but this time

I have the final word

and it's

MORDTAT