1890
It was a nearly "unmentionable" product for years, and consumers were often embarrassed to ask for it by name or even be seen buying it.

Timid shoppers simply asked for "Two, please," and the clerk presumably knew what they wanted.

To keep things discreet, @@@@was packaged and sold in brown paper wrappers.

Gazing my eyes through the silver, frosted window
I allowed myself to descend into the abyss of my youth –
I watched the twists and turns of black pavement and lost footsteps
Dwindle away behind me.
As I sunk into the leathery seat holding me,
I allowed closed eyes to burn cavernous holes in
The back of my neck.

In a fearsome wave, the length of my arm streamed out below my nose,
Letting free the familiar rhythms of:
Swings at the park, static on the television at dawn, and,
Disappearing into cold, quiet water without even a
Scrunch of the brow.

As I sat there, my mind turned at a speed akin to the wheels below me, and,
I looked back at the breathing current on the road –
How it disappeared behind me, and said:
Run.

As his pen scribbles away the birds above,
The motorcar rumbling,
The curtsy of flowers and flowing blinds,
The pervasive winds that break through his skull,
Two white eyes on a black canvas scream.
They envelop the world and allow him to forget –
The price of life in gold.

We are chequers from the same box

Sailing in the same leaky boat

We all bail

We get to stay afloat

We don't bail

Then we fail

So think

Do you really wanna sink?

Her purity is beyond my ken
Afflicted are the hearts of men
Truth and blood mix in my pen
Please, don’t let me fall again

I ensambled five Mediterranean men in a vase,
I cut their limbs and the aura it spilled;

Limbless and lifeless they looked pretty in my vase,
I gathered them from the valleys in the south,
And chopped their heads off.

I have stopped listening to people talk
I just wear my blue fine dress,
I have sunken eyes that see no dreams
I feel no love during ***,
I have a green bottle marked mumbo jumbo
I will not sail for zero dreams
Although very often with my bruised heart I wake up from naps,
I make art out of blood down my nose
Tap tap,
I have stopped smiling in photographs.

I was wet darling,
The kind that bled rain from scents,

The end of March came as a bliss,
You were the chance I'd hardly miss

Little pottery pourie, naked in bed and soaked,
She realised on April first, she was the pretty joke.

I expose your utmost laugh,
your Chelsea smile express your true desire
Shared memories scattered to the halls
past events, tenderly dissolve
I bought your time, spending it with you is worthwhile
Now I’m here in the aisle writing about your smile

Two cups of happy
One cup of sad
A fair share of passion & caffeine
A whole lot of doodad
(You know what I mean?)
Even throw in a bit of the absurd
Now mix them all together
Shaken and stirred