Oh Valerie, You make me want to love you. You come to my room and pee seven times a day. I'm glad my camera has a remote control. By Jason Morrison Ode to a Green Skirt and a Packet of Marlboros Ash lays languid in candles sweet as sin. Scattered disease ridden filth, so defining.
Angels wings weigh heavy upon hope.
So close that distant eyes refuse to grow weary. Castrate will, sober fantasies. Crush this chalice of tears. Burn emerald visions from still smouldering eyes. Cast scarlet black asphyxiation to sinful souls.