The breath of March tastes so good when you're the only one on your couch
In your own court, you do have the tastiest mouth
All the lovely friends who often come in uninvited
But isn't that what family's all about?
It smelled like a daring kind of day to be insulting to a maid
So I threw the broom out the window and forbade
Her to speak to me in English
But what other languages did she know?
I laughed at her twisted tongue
I scoffed at her nervousness
I broke her
I muddied her mind with just two sentences
And it felt good, God.
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
Horror(The painting in the cover is by painter Nicola Samori) Do y'ever just wish to feel the chills of the ethereal down your spine? Have you wondered what life is like outside your material universe? Did you ever posit the idea, that a good bout of uns...
