My darling ghost. My beloved shadow.

Ghost Molt Remix.

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Buy me a pair of black freestyle high top cheerleader reeboks.

Sing along.

I will listen to this song on my death bed.

Oh Juan..

Taylor and I are working on a new record that will be called Sub Tuum Ceres. It should be finished by the end of the year. If you want to sing along to the first record however, here are the lyrics.

A Song For Wilhelm Reich

I would like to give you

what i don't deserve of me

a bold phrase of explicit context

you burped up for his salty taste

but the moist words spewed from your lips

were meant for so much more than this

I guess you really don't want to get married in a small towns cemetery.

Does this vein make sense?

and does it fit between your hips

winters gift: the uselessness of

kissing you're trembling chapped lips

does this vein make sense

and does it fit between your hips

winters gift: the uselessness of

Kissing you're trembling chapped lips.

what other worldly puzzle pieces

of delicate flaps like a frogs skin

naturally lubricated for

violent violent violent friction

we will breed blue eyed rhythmless

white children with large scrotums and small penises

and their appendages will also fit

Into warm vessels crafted for our continuation.

Does this heart make sense?

under a shared blanket

Winters gift: the nervousness of resting my head on your breasts.

Does this heart make sense?

under a shared blanket

winters gift: the nervousness of resting my head on your breasts.

Does this blood make sense?

in-between your legs

winters gift: the nervousness oh theres milk in your breasts

Does this heart make sense?

under a shared blanket

winters gift: the nervousness of resting my head on your breasts

Does this vein make sense?

and does it fit between your hips

Winters gift: the uselessness of kissing you're trembling chapped lips.

Pepper and Puss:

i am filled with pepper and puss

i have the tightest glittery guts

sensitive to your slightest touch

ill make the biggest scene at your funeral

after your mothers speech

i will bend over the coffin and kiss your painted face on the cheek

i will watch from the car

secretly

while your brother and sister weep

while your brother and sister weep

there is a heart with your fathers name on it

it lies without a beat under a single bluebonnet

i am filled with cobwebs and bugs

i have tiniest fragile bones to hug

i will not reel and rout with the slugs

i will sneak into the funeral home

with a heart that beats

i will fill you up with potpourri

while your brother and sisters sleep

while your brother and sister sleep

There is a heart with your fathers name on it.

it lies without a beat under a single bluebonnet

Neon Green Neon Purple Neon Blue

you smell like a winter under fluid

like a life that couldn't happen under tires filled with snow

this could never happen for us

doomed is the dark

doomed as the night

i am without a light

a lover in the night left for the night

a cornhusk

i pull the tusks

reminding all my lovers i don't give a fuck

take

the chewed barbed wire

in your husbands mouth

and make me pregnant

my ovaries

are still quite patient

unravel them

in demonstration

lately i've been thinking about the stormy weather

how the water cools the fever under tattered leather

and lately i've been speaking through a coughing wheeze

tripping on the stones that your husband dry heaved

never said if it was never heard

our secrets keep us sick i know your heard it before

but you were simply waiting on her

and you've been waiting on her

and you'll keep waiting on her

take

the feathers and the stones

in my husbands bowels

and make me pregnant

my fertility

is still quite vibrant

unravel it

in virgin silence

you are young and fertile

an impressionable tired girl

take the chewed barbed wire

in my husbands mouth and make me pregnant

my ovaries

are still quite patient unravel it

in demonstration

take the feathers and the stones

in my husbands bowels

and make me pregnant

Carol Laure

Why would you want me?

the feeling went wrong it always does

Do I not deserve this?

The feeling went wrong.

It always does.

Electric Fur; Parting Flesh

i cut the paper around your legs

and over your back

around your head

and left your thighs cracked

i taped between

and underneath the sheets

Take the vessel stretch the sheathe

under bedsheets.

Ghost Molt

wet lips

touch this

under damp blankets

scraping all the skin off the bone

as warm as a salty kiss

take off your white dress

off to your well watered green fields

theres no more room in your mouth for new teeth

i know just how it feels

the black and white

the absolute

that clearly defined my thoughts on you

tightening the wing around my ribs

take off your white dress

off to your well watered green fields

theres no more room in your mouth for new teeth

i know just how it feels

a neck to clench when you cum

when both our tongues become one

we'll twirl like snakes in the pond

under the willow tree

you ask me quietly to touch your pussy

but id rather stick my fingers between your teeth

take off your white dress off to your well watered green fields

Theres no more room in your moth for new teeth I know just how it feels.

Tiny Black Lions

he steps into one elevator after another

trying to appear casual

but when the doors close he twists towards the panel

punching several buttons at random

sometimes before the doors even open

and he strolls through the hallways

he crosses his arms or draws his soft face

into a momentary sneer

gracious filed bones for the antlers of a deer

he smoothes his eyebrows and lowers his sunken eyes

and runs his boney hands across his shaved head

at one point he peers nervously upward

8 minutes before she was left dead a few steps from the front door

all because you put the glass to your lips and the fire to the tip

theres a grey demon in your home JOSE

and all he wants are bones bone bones today

theres a grey demon in your home JOSE

And all he wants are bones bones bones today.

all of our glory is all of our horror

What does it taste like in your sunken mouth, JOSE?

All of our glory is all of our horror.

We'll tell PATRICIA everything is okay JOSE.

Your just a grey shadow of the boy I raised.

Your just a grey shadow of the boy I raised.

All of our glory is all of our horror.

What does it taste like in your sunken mouth JOSE?

All of our glory is all of our horror.

We'll tell PATRICIA everything is okay JOSE.

Your just the grey shadow of the boy I raised.

The Great Display Of Teeth And Fur

its insides stick to my fingers

i wont sail farther than the night

i will lay my cheek into your thighs

and speak as if to be sinking for the sunrise

i will take you from your intentions

i will let the water devour me

your face remains still under a blue embarrassed light

in your delicate wisp of femininity

with your talons to your temples

lick your lips and watch my pride grow

my sea horse he bares wooden thighs

a trojan horse surprise splintered pined

over porcelain hooves that leave a white trail

on the memory of your fathers photograph

and the touch from your fingers across my skin

went from a gentle tickle to a violent kiss

you waste your time

play fast forward and rewind

capturing all this film to freeze the moment still

and live with ghosts in a memory

i simply wish you'd come back to me

with your talons to your temples

Lick your lips and watch my pride grow.

my seahorse he bears wooden thighs

a trojan horse surprise splintered and pined

per porcelain hooves that leave a white trail

on the memory of your fathers photograph

i will take you from your intentions

I will let the water devour me

your face remains still under a blue embarrassed light

in your delicate wispy femininity.

The vegetal miracle of my body’s landscape is in you the whole of nature. I traverse it in a flight that with my fingers caresses the round hills, the… valleys, longing for possession and the embrace of the soft green fresh branches covers me. I penetrate the sex of the whole earth, its heat embraces me and in my body everything feels like the freshness of tender leaves. Its dew is the sweat of an always new lover. It is not love, nor tenderness, nor affection, it is the whole of life, mine that I found when I saw it in your hands, in your mouth and in your breasts. In my mouth I have the almond taste of your lips. Our words have never gone outside. Only a mountain knows the insides of another mountain. At times your presence floats continuously as if wrapping all my being in an anxious wait for morning. And I notice that I am with you. In this moment still full of sensations, my hands are plunged in oranges, and my body feels surrounded by you.

I am going to make Kiwi Sisters underwear.