dancing_on_my_skin lucky shivers the way you touch... the way i breathe inside thoughts linger feeling fleet i can barely breathe... i gasp for, what do I gasp for? i gasp for the life you smooth over my skin... 040809 ... witchesrequiem dancing with a black dog on papa satan's grand piano all night long we danced the nuclear bomb all the live long night dreaming of the setting sun praying for a plague of frogs dancing with that black dog dreaming of the setting sun angels mouth is where I sleep against the bone of her spine i weep the shade from 'neath that yonder window creep all the live long night a roman lion at the door a pretty skull an angry whore a roman lion at the door and how the mouths they cry for more more more more more all the live long night dreaming of the setting sun against my heart I hear it softly speak this seven headed otherworldly dream otherworldly dreamer papa satan's grand piano papa satan's grand piano dreaming of the sad inside otherworldly dreamer papa satan's grand piano papa satan's grand piano otherworldly dreamer Dax Riggs... Deaadboyandtheelephantmen.com 040810 ... witches dead...........oops 040810 ... Spare Change swirling... it's a dream of completeness taht leads me to this. a feeling somehow of love that is not love. The purified passion. distilled heat. skimming... too dangerous to touch. unity is never the goal. to achieve an understated kiss. an atom away from fullfillment. just enough to live. not enough to kill. awash... adrift... twirling. see the wind? how it caresses the leaves? how it makes them its own? it holds them in an invisible embrace. it leads them up and away and around one more time. and sets them to die on some distant shore. and your lips. and your fingers. painfully seeking unattainable enlightenment in the promise of my flesh. but you must feel. can't you feel? the empheral quality of things that are never quite yours. a dream of pleasure. an imaging. a false vision. prophecies of love that we can never consummate. but I will leave this moment... dancing on my skin. 040811 ... f dance in your blood 040906 ... peppermint Ooh, that sounds sexy. 040906 ... f oh get a grip! 040926 ... god barfing on my date. on the bed of a pickup truck, on a cool august night in tierra del fuego. 040926 ... red i can't pretend i'm not 041007 what's it to you? who go blather from