Scarr C
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Joined Sep '00
I think of sweet bathroom passivity
and a garden somewhere in the yesterdays
of our heads. We all grow those things under
our scalps. Fertiliser comes in the form of ribald
lips and foolish kings.
--And then I'm sucking myself into the worlds of
the strange and curious, each puzzlement a lullaby
to brain death?
and a garden somewhere in the yesterdays
of our heads. We all grow those things under
our scalps. Fertiliser comes in the form of ribald
lips and foolish kings.
--And then I'm sucking myself into the worlds of
the strange and curious, each puzzlement a lullaby
to brain death?
(A foolery of text, a plaintiff of sex.)