Psychotrophics

Ali

fuck evrything your mother saiud.
theyre BAD.
theyll fucking eat yu alive.
with jimat my wings
and satan at my heels,
i'll fight him,
but i just want him to fuck me
in my bed.
For lust is dead,
and you are vampira immortal.
Touch me and make it all real,
Eat the words we feel,
suffer upon all that is surreal,
And take me to arizona
in a coffin of love.
For night is gone,day is abroad,
spirits have deciphered,
prophecoes have lingered,
and the revelationhas come.

Dont' you like my haircut?
you said you did.:D

spaghetti and meatballs at parrish hall.

burtschips

mmm Ok Ali. Like the poem, certainly the middle bit.