A Pox on the Patriarchy
My love is as a beaver, searching still For that which longer nurseth the damn fleas, Feeding on me and my accursed Will, The sadomasochistic appetite to please. My scratcher, … Continue reading
The Waist Land APRIL is the cruellest girl, breeding Brats out of her dead land, mixing Mammaries and desire, stirring Dull roots with sexual pain. Gunter kept us warm.