I Have Not Got Herpes

[izeveryboyin]

The sky is bright and miserably alight, I want to burn it down.

There are insinuations in my punk-nation soup, broth, curry,
sentimental worry.
I want to burn it down.
I have flies in my hair and they're ignoring me, my sex drive is imploring me to pluck a songbird from the sky and gently fuck him in the eye.

[hester_prynne]

that'd be some torch eh? big enough to burn down the sky.....

I love that you think big like this iz.
I'll be marveling all day at the thought of a torched sky.....

H

[izeveryboyin]

come burn it down with me. then we can build a new one out of tempered glass and hell.

--k

[hester_prynne]

with reconstruction materials like that, how can I resist?


H

[izeveryboyin]

i'm feeling rather poetic and indie rock sick. I guess that's a good thing. Let's enjoy it all before the shit comes down.

--k

[hester_prynne]

orders received, I'm all hell bound,
to buy camoflage clothes and paint the town,
red eyed and stoned in a torn sequined gown,
enjoyin it, before the shit comes down......

eye to eye capt'n!
sal........ute!



H

[izeveryboyin]

in A TORN SEQUINED GOWN. Come dark and strange like dying. Come dark and strange and we'll paint murder the town. We'll paint it murder and blue, I'll do it all with you... before the shit comes down.

--k