Face Off

Open for love, empty though flickery dies and we seek our blown fears tucking them quickly back under ground is wet and cold and to piss u use a coin to call and recall all your messages hearts in red lips and dicks And my limbs swaying along trumpet you play well Where all you people heading there are no headliness but headlights bidding farewell to our nocturnal tendencies our trembling frequencies God has played his decks spinning them in fatal And you drip drop drip drop drip drop ceasing new opportunities buggering posibbilities meanwhile bluewinged butterflye in your eye my face lost. -by Jaro T