Until Tie the mighty mushroom round my girth and hem the wound with your vanity, strike me, stroke me, seep your discharge down my throat and defend the cancer with your pathetic profanity. Daub your fallow faeces on my crust and hail the blight as a certainty, save me, stone me, ram your fungus in my throne and chuckle indifference with logical insanity. Lame the hopeless horror of my worth and splint the branches with proud paternity rape me, reap me, tear the fabric of my need and embrace the breach with your pretentious maternity. Gouge the melting beauty of my bust and cover the furrows with false affinity blame me, bleed me, hold me, whore me, take it upon yourself to be the law and digress your senseless souls to infinity until you accept your sentient virginity. (c)Dominic Casey 1996
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