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Mind filled with progressive Masochism.
Language is Chaos and Disorder.
I live for Poetry, music and AnythingArtistic
Gg says hello

1. (this one is part english, part dutch)
more from you
more to adore and ignore

ik wil houden van je bloot
ik wil houden van je lipperood

drifting is not today
not on my hand anyway
ik wil je lijf en hoofd
je droog en natzoogt
je sperma proeven in mijn kut en mond
de pijn van mijn polsen die je net vastbont

je drama en mystiek alles alles
afval en kinderendicsipline
omdat het pijn doet zonder vaseline

more we can become
more we can come
more we can be
more can come
more we can

more we
MORE

2.
when your feathers reach the end of time
and if my sight duplicates every line

i cry for the few flowers upon those dark and stingy ropes
i weep for those shivvering castles you call words

when your fists close my eyes
your heaven becomes my heaven

i cry for your mercy on my moving tears
i weep for my horses you call sentences

3.
besides from my temp i’m very shure i will not kill you
besides from my knifes in action i’m pretty shure i will not kill you
i’m glad you’re mking me do this
i’m glad i’m making you do this

bring out the dogs cause my heart is getting lonely
bring out the cats cause my hands are getting itchy

all the bandage in the whole world is not enough to stop me from bleeding
i cannot find a vain
i can NOT find a vain
that wil explain
why i killed your plain plain brain

all the sucking mechanisms in the world are to slow to suck all my juices

suck my insides out
lick my burning wounds

then tell my how great i’m looking
because i really need it

4.
i love you even more
when i bleed

i love you even more
when i’m in need

i hate you even more
when you kiss my lips

i hate you even more
when you touch me hips

all these pieces who make doors to the other side
every inch of the path is an everlasting stride

lets kill the insects that get in our way
let them behave
let them die where they lay

5.
will you bite the hand that needs you
will you stay down on your knees

will you ever come up to survive
will you just crawl into the garbage

will you eat off the lost cat carcass
will you leave her name untold

bite my nails and comfort my feet
go with your fingers through my hair

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