Once again I dance drunkenly, Disallowing the dictatorship of an orgasm, I’m the idiot monster that salivates in front of the meat/flesh, And I find myself once again with this dark object that awakens my ancient solitude, sad pleasures, cold lovers, delicate manipulators, I’d rather embrace chaos, smell mindless sex, kiss bloody corpses, because inside these bodies, everything is eternal, my love,
marching church - hungry for love














