"What are you afraid of? A fate worse than death?" - Professor Plum Soft sun cracks the dark heart of night, and the morning comes, pushing light into the wounds, offering a fresh start for her bruised heart. Her heart that always meant well, always meant love, it just seemed to break before it got there. Her entire life, she's wanted to take life and shake the shit out if it, but instead, she puts the revolver into her mouth. It triggers a memory. When she was young, sh

When I cannot stand I pray to her When I am dying I pray to her And she comes to pick me up To breathe life back into me Blood of my blood in the eternal covenant Cycle of souls Blessed is she who comes in the name of love For it is she who has veted interest in my salvation Because your God He never comes through He turns his cheek And he laughs And she tells him," Bless your poor little heart." And she flies the bird behind his back.

(this is my rip on Bukowski's "quiet, clean girls in gingham dresses..." a piece of work I loved so much I needed to possess it in some...

blow me out and extinguish the moon as calloused fingers would smother a wick pull me into you in the frost of dawn and I will hide...