Cloy

Disgust from too much excess of sentiment. I eat my Saturn thumbs.The only nails I eat. And ravish, why oh why this acharnement. I really get a kick out of it all. The effect of pot, mushrooms, LSD, alcohol, tobacco over the years. Nothing better than a deep sense of humor. Eating my own skin means that I am looking for something I can’t grasp or get. Wondering. Or is it the sensation of the nail cutting the skin that helps finding the answer, the within. It’s the lack of a lover. I know it is. Melodrama. An exaggerated piece. But it is Christmas and I love Jesus’s dick. The best, the ultimate profanity. Balls are great too, greater than great and ballsy. Round, egg shaped, it’s an egg, it’s easter on the point. Amen. Alleluia, the christ is reborn. Puff!