coming in and coming out erected and perfected; vivisected Suckled on yellow tongues tainted by willows and half-lies Balloons with hands groaning None here are loaning out their heads to shop windows Black and blue the only thing left is pigment hope, and junk rope lining the dead-heirs with washed out eyes of Mexican ***** lice in licorice dunes
So the finger twists and the **** red hot squeels in absense of authority. Pluck your own seed fa**ot