beauty turned its cold head towards its truth in stocking . times x in these times of the ugly universe; bad wives & high boys , son, don't come inside ur mother - she's only coming alive to awaken from death turned female zombie dreaming of (a) pink; . . three sweet ***** are a better truth than one wet mouth at the window of the future the house full of rocks ) o holy goddess full of American father's star *****; painted lady heard her snooch soul singing to some guy whose a child from heaven hearing a ***** & thinking she 's having ***; he feels like stone perfection \ dancing in her skin late in the gay - gay eatery where what matters is the writing; spending days drinking a kind of wet kiss that keeps going way deep down from my blonde Russian cousin's robot ***; she took her wild lips down on the club floor where she meets smelly Igor staring in the mirror - the mirror walking blind & waiting for the yellow ***** his mother promised; that's the girl that lives or was born speaking her mother's reality; Ivan running , filled w/ waking dreams of ***** boys on the sidewalk; it was work getting him to set his eyes on boys to **** married men , yes, but no ****; the paper turning brown, he wrote that falling for his human friends; the whole history of Eli leaving her dancing on the water bed since brought mom's **** winning flesh & long legs like the Muses o' Greek lay stories ; their faces on the floor like Bettie; cool dreams broken for sure, the school's Christ sitting writing an ode to that ***** talking to her best friend & sister 's ghost in a secret voice that's pretty much golden the way a small Barbie can be eating a huge ****; it's been a weird year; moving forward, wearing thee ago drinking unseen but watching taking care of the move to the middle smoking silver kisses at dawn loved by the ladies at first sight; daughters w/ guns started abstract painting read what happened she ****** her arms up when she got to the top; what does it take to die by the book; it's a lot to remember on the air in the Chinese ghost town single & English looking for the ***** who's gonna throw a house party he sat right next to the same person on the beach she's a stripper, she said she's playing the field ; the field of evil - streets forever that died senselessly standing *** fat guy twirling around in her ******* knowing her rolled stockings are holding her thighs like a Stevador's grip; she's been strange underwear from birth & asked for several strippers to be sent down to roll their own smokes ; her empty bottom is straight she thinks the prophet is ****; talking about reality being talking to her ) really alive in the unknown brain; in a sweaty state of watchfulness burning angels free of her painted quantum toes; this was all written when the witch was still a crazy ******