O most luscious cenobite,
you wield your whip
as though it were
You're not emoting:
one of us will have to dig
Oh what a gal!
She seems such a perfect victim:
This I
Ungentle exhumation
Must be thorough, remove it all
Catalogue every part,
I awake remembering
nothing the next day,
my nostrils assailed
by
Abobinated, tiny god of mine
Overseeing my rest, my lust, my
I've learned to control my thoughts
ever since I recognized the
Who is this Geoffrey?
All I see is this cold cadaver
Something's come over me... I can't bear to see you
Man-made doom bled death from the sky;
to all but