I use the
To tear the stars down from the sky
And I gargle glasses of
To fasten the stars up to the sky

I bite my
To see visions
Of photograph men
Sewing a boys mouth shut

Sometimes I burn my
With my Zippo
When I’m lighting a spliff

Sometimes I operate on my
Keeping it open with hooks
Stretching the skin
Red over my ribs
And sometimes it hurts
But sometimes
It keeps the stars up in the sky
And sometimes its just what I need
To stay sane.
Last edited by #1 synth at Jun 29, 2009,

God I'm a useless bastard.
There's only one thing we can do to thwart the plot of these albino shape-shifting lizard BITCHES!