An exercise

There she is, made of corroded metal scraps
slinging bolts, bits, and sexy vectors of red
a stomping, clashing squall of crushing seduction
that bleeds you willingly

there's the hand
there's the turn of the head
chest out and down
watch the normal world peel away
what should I say
what could I have said
this is what I will do
no, it's all too broken
it's all poisoned to the core
I just lay there zooming in and out
rolling the distaste around in my mouth
at least it isn't black licorice


fists clenched, raging teeth
the matrix of everything hateful
glistening on his oily black flesh

ooooh blaaaahhhh I was trying to write a little something for each song I was hearing. Yah, not feeling it.

here are some kinda bland pics, minus Dory's little goofy self that were just an exercise of sorts.