Monday, September 25, 2006

Before The Shipment Of My Hands Left the Warehouse Filled With Spider Eggs

When the love gets to be a little too much, I just drop to the ground, wherever I am, and think about the puppies’ knives and the horrifying looks on their faces, and the love just melts away until I am left sitting at the bottom of a fuckin twister with all that used dishwater, twisting my fucking guts away as though they had discovered a cure for twisting sickness. That, my beloved friend and trusted comrade, is what I do when the love gets to be a little too much.

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