30 August 2007

Madam Fey

My muse eats truth and can't breathe until she is eating.

She seduces masterpieces through me so she can live. She seduces masterpieces through me so I can live.

Living addicted to she who is addicted to me is the most constant and clean energy I have ever seen.

My muse demands I sweetlullabbyedreamfuck her eyelashes to land on her cheeks. She demands I butterflywhisperwindrape her dreams to force feed her brain the hot, throbbing surge of truth before speech.

I love my muse, and my muse loves me. Our circle is full of that day one light - that light He brought before sun. We draw what we want. We map songs between stars in the sand. It's those songs that we eat. We eat.

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