I love it when you press your front legs into my eye balls
Queasy-Meringue-7965 on
A poem by the songwriter Peter Hammill
“FLIES
As I opened the back door,
two flies were copulating on the cooker:
I found this very significant.
Late at night, my hand groped
for the aerosol.
They stayed together for the first
few seconds, wings scorched in the sudden fire,
minds disintegrating in the deadly mist.
Quite suddenly, the male tore himself away
from his penis
and dropped to the floor.
She remained, rolling around on the white enamel
and then fell through a crack into the oven.
Perhaps she had been a virgin
and thought this was what always happened.
I ate my egg
with a few pangs of conscience.
Later that night these disappeared
when another fly
shat on me from the light bulb
above my bed.”
tooskinttogotocuba on
That Jeff Goldblum is incorrigible
ThrowawayCult-ure on
thats exactly when
chaosandturmoil on
these are the bastards that lay eggs in ripe blackberries. if you see them on one drop it so it doesn’t get picked.
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I love it when you press your front legs into my eye balls
A poem by the songwriter Peter Hammill
“FLIES
As I opened the back door,
two flies were copulating on the cooker:
I found this very significant.
Late at night, my hand groped
for the aerosol.
They stayed together for the first
few seconds, wings scorched in the sudden fire,
minds disintegrating in the deadly mist.
Quite suddenly, the male tore himself away
from his penis
and dropped to the floor.
She remained, rolling around on the white enamel
and then fell through a crack into the oven.
Perhaps she had been a virgin
and thought this was what always happened.
I ate my egg
with a few pangs of conscience.
Later that night these disappeared
when another fly
shat on me from the light bulb
above my bed.”
That Jeff Goldblum is incorrigible
thats exactly when
these are the bastards that lay eggs in ripe blackberries. if you see them on one drop it so it doesn’t get picked.