

Murder WeaponMy murder weapon's held tight in my hand As I look around here for you But please understand This murder's not planned I just can't think of better to do.Murder Weapon
A murder of passion, of lust or revenge? Alas, I'm afraid it is not. The reason is thus I feel that I must Inflict pain, for it's all that I've got.
Would you ever give such a sordid release As violence forthright and untamed? The answer is no Understand that ergo I simply can't leave you unmaimed.
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With a magazine one can do many things One can find, one can


A muse"Do you need a muse? Do you need me to strip naked or you? Write me a play, darling!"A muse
If you were in all manner of inappropriateness to rid yourself of all manner of clothing I would scream.
Yet it would no doubt inspire a bout
of astonished words spontaneous verbs, and if I wrote you a play I'd include this day In the opening sequence -
Inspirational weirdness.
I don't mean to be rude but if you were nude I'd request a bucket and throw up into it. As nice as you are please don't take it too far - &nbs


October in CreteI remember counting Communist graffiti On Greek walls and railway bridges On dusty roads and terraces and drifting From one glass of raki to the nextOctober in Crete
Beneath that sultry autumn haze For about seven days
I remember reading the paper over and over Which I’d bought at the airport, feeling somewhat superior As early in the morning I’d bought The Guardian While silently mocking the businessmen clutching their sleazy tabloids
I remember Luddite bars and Minotaurs I’d spent an idyllic afternoon scouring a cave for that Cretan cretin But finding only a tiny b
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"Many a man hath done so; sought to fence
In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,
Trodden the dusty road of common sense,
While all the forest sang of liberty" -- Oscar Wilde
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"Many a man hath done so; sought to fence
In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,
Trodden the dusty road of common sense,
While all the forest sang of liberty" -- Oscar Wilde
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[link]
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"Many a man hath done so; sought to fence
In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,
Trodden the dusty road of common sense,
While all the forest sang of liberty" -- Oscar Wilde
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