Night falls a guillotine’s twilight cutter through bones and ash…hell’s crochet needles stabbing the elbow grease of angels from the coffee pot’s insomnia merchants that never sleep, knapsack bulge with guilty omens, ftom a breath of a dying Ouija, sweet between a nun’s knees, bald head full of buzzy bees…like insanity wearing stilts in a Macy’s parade…but enough about the coffee…let’s talk about the nicotine’s bar mitzvah, and how it chews through lungs like a fat man’s divorce lawyer through alimony and the hairspray aerosol crucifixion of social climbers who never showered enough…and how all the ghosts wear zoot suits and run numbers for the Devil who carries a briefcase full of broken rosaries and expired promises as night falls a guillotine.
Rated for Mature(17+)
Twilight’s Cutter
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