Bat For Lashes Sure Can't Act For Shit But Lord Knows I'd Love To Plunder Her Pits With My Derelict
HYSTERIA, PT. 2
Reporting my taxidermy conflict Pestered by the speed of erotic intersections I censor your urban sprawl Tightening collars on crispy cellulite Censored your oak built cocoon But I will not Ejaculate when you ejaculate a bold alcohol dependency Of accessories climbing onto myself Thanking their drinks for chin cancer stress And again I’m rubbing myself to listen how slurs Inform the fossil of its insomnia I bite and bait your funny muffin Asses slap and posters desire what’s skidding forward Disguised as a red puppy you throw me off the floor You waiver my tube and blow bubbles from my sirloin We lap up platters of barking gravy Mannequins congest realms Repeating the primordial flash In the cellulite manger Pilgrims beg us to devour wiggles Repeating the primordial flesh All torn and covered with half twin bed crust Accessorized fossils cleanse the chunky Kinetic meals of sirloin cocoons Again I’m rubbing the gravy skid Listening to urban sprawl ejaculate bubbles My collar of insomnia tightens An erotic crisp all tubesocked and domesticated
Meaningless carbonated twinkles sputter about Whole piloting fits and Churches totally coiled, but I've been working my phones at the office and I Really nailed it. I especially Can’t wait to sleep with my little pickles. They Crack me ducks.
Don't worry, the pricks aren't yours. Ho-ho, hence the Nightgown stump. I would love to see Less beach someday. How my wings will Have a nice round belly going, as though you are about to Drag me off to a cave and brand me with chicken ribs. It will be good to hear you eating.
“Wait? what? wait? what?” That was fun Spun from the Yellow Pages to loosen the altitude. And our plane ride was pretty weird for an hour/ hour and a half Due to the fact that after being Watched in the air On one of those little TVs, we crashed a small helicopter Into the 20th floor of a bldg on 72nd and York just like Corey Lidle of the Yankees, and Indeed we are pretty strange to watch When we are on a plane.
Thank God our ashes are now with a family Of substitute blood left in halibut atoms sifted by That really ugly part of a baboon's ass.
It is filled to the brim with a great reverence and knowledge of the world, of philosophy, history, anthropology, literature. I spend half of the morning jerking-off into a disease.
If you’ve made it there yet, mine was good, although I sun-burnt the Top of my left foot. Otherwise, I’m well. I thought I would let you know that I’m glad our
Danger is real. It is such a beautiful lather. It is a Distraught mother cutting her nipples off. It is the silence of plenty.
And I’m glad our Choices include the cash glued onto A job that is tightly Wound in hallways and mawkish kindling Indented by the randomly put together Copies of anything raised after I got to thinking about our conversation
And I am afraid,
So I apologize. I’d really like to talk about myself and learn More about what you think. I just stopped For a bite so I’m going home now. I'm taking The trail of fires caught in your spine To get clean.
BLIND MONK CROSSING A BRIDGE
Horrendous how the animals feel me Stalking you, usually not the slightest bit concerned, they must Seem something latched to your thighs. The kindness of a controlling species With lots of sentimental thoughts and Memories about itself, and I should thank you for that someday.
It's so nice To have happy memories of my high school sweetheart. Seeing Burns a very surreal thing in me too. Sometimes I seem to think I don't really Exist Because I haven't seen me in 100 years. But then you appear and I Realize that we are still in the same world
At first, And I experience outbursts of mold in my chest. This lasts for about four Days until depression kicks in.
And right as I'm beginning to Eliminate sitting twice a day, there’s Sheep if the voices sleep.
A hand without fingerprints Flashes on the horizon. You may see only The stormy sky Of the last time I was seen taking objects off of it.
Our siesta is at least half of what I’ve said. Anyway, we rarely mistake the bed For a dolphin’s dick.
STEPPING BACK INTO THE 21st CENTURY
There isn’t much to say. There still isn’t much to say. It means a lot to you for me to go Upstairs to find out when the cub is Clubbed, Then to go up again either before or after the Runs and then go YUMMY Bum meh Crah Shah ugshe Ba Dor Bobiefack Susharmasshea Othuntanklet Ickstaneemonstration Natchbreckumhorth Atiteuckobbleibblehewoy Dilbalearvagaeet Toamsterspermellyuttonomitussfuclesboreebok-
(Smell what happens once the fragrance of the moon prevents a traceable night)
Glop. There’s nothing to be now. The most delightful beer ad in ages.