"It all comes back to sex and death." --Becky CloonanDEad aS ClOcKThink of your first memory:
Mine was being born.
From black to black
-- DEad aS ClOcK --
These are words to come.
Wounds to play.
(Viola.)
Play me.
Human.
Tonight.
--only veneer--
Pieces in spiral.
drift.
(Sometimes we make choices.)
I love the way
(of Mother's voice)
"No one returns from the stem.
You are the God of the Machine.
You can help yourself."