i want to rest my head against your chest so that i can hear your heart’s pretty language. will it wallow? will it sing? is it as red as rubies? i dig and i dig. i explore your muddied insides. from your open chest springs lilies.
would've been fine ... if any of 'em had the good sense to stay away . i'm weedin' out the idiots who don't know their ass from a hole in the ground . tastes miles better than a fuckin' salad , too .