"Unconscious Mutterings #211 On 2/25/07"
- Threshold :: to a dream, your nightmare faced with
- Jason :: 's liquid grin, the liquifaction of your screams, the silent
- Suspicion :: within the creams. Suppose you found them
- Tender :: The sotted hearts, remembering & whimpering,
- Tempted :: to a cage, the annihilating inebriation of your
- Crimson :: rage -- all the reaping age; the bit,
- Repulsive :: to a fading way? Gather your
- Bulldog :: grins, the grim demembering on the line, the fix-it
- Garage :: where you tinker in the soul of matter -- the matter with
- Racket :: and wire, with hidden and lyre, with the silence of the heart. And, fire!
* Birth your own exploding nova -- you don't need to show no stinkin' stars! All at the Subliminal Luna Nina.
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