Crush the apple with your teeth, measuring time.
I circle the devil's forehead,
Spinning a thread above your head.
Standing tall, interpret the cards:
Remember the family driving the car,
Stumble and lose track, three cats to call.
Nobody can find you,
The winter's finally here to console.
I don't need your hand. I need your heart.
I'm lost without you.
She brushes the beach and turns, foam rolling,
Envying death.
I withdraw, without a burden or ache.
I'm recovering from an Ileostomy, having had my colon removed because of a m'fing tumor. I've got this stoma on my belly that I now excrete through into a fucking bag. Not happy. But Thou have put a smile on my face with this. Life's a bitch then you die. Best thing to do is make sure you've got a good soundtrack- and this is an amazing one moggydon