Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)



Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The aching kiss before I feed
The stench of a love for a younger meat
And the sound that it makes
When it cuts in deep
The holding up on bended knees
The addiction of duplicities
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go
My party piece
— The Cure, Disintegration

15:29 <_bjoern> If you add an 's' to "Atompub" you have a german nuclear fart.
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And on my neck
The bite you left has started bruising
So go ahead is it my fear or you I’m losing
Enough’s enough don’t know that past tonight I’ll be your one
— The Dollyrots, Love You Most