i see beauty in the terrible & i see perfect harmony in ugliness shock pain destruction ruin, the truth: the above is more whole and juicy between the teeth than years of singing sparrows
& i see the perverted beauty in damage - wreckage & shrapnel - broken cracked stained objects have their own crooked appeal
i lust for bruises, broken hearts, broken bones, addicted tongues for the red eyes born of insomnia, sorrow, substance abuse i want the literal & metaphorical dirt under your fingernails there's a sick sweetness in awful secrets but factory fresh is bland & tasteless