butterflies_burning_on_black_pins sab [from notme in look_inside ] butterflies burning on black pins 21_dead_bugs_as_a_gift crisping away back to ashes back to nothing back back back in the back of your mind where the eyes of your demons are gleaming eyes are the windows into the soul and if mine reflect the butterflies burning what does that say about me about who i collect about what i do what do i do butterflies burning get the engines get the engines FIRE FIRE clockwork butterflies burning on blackened pins rotating slower and slower as the mechanisms fuse rust is the slowest fire clockwork butterflies rusting isnt distruction enough blackened pins pinning me to a blackened sky sword thrust into a saviour pin thrust into a witch witches burning on blackened stakes can you hear the butterflies screaming clarice? i went to make him an artwork but all i could see was butterflies screaming as they were consumed by flames violent hunger i burn for this butterfly dust made from gunpowder and the victim has the last laugh london's burning london's burning my fair lady charred away 050615 ... birdmad reading milton again "Hail horror, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell" 050616 ... somebody . 060208 ... misstree o how i miss this voicemail. 060208 what's it to you? who go blather from