Wheres my coffee and my magical stunt-man Hey little sister where have you been waiting 4 metal art roses, all they bring nasty her eyes went the size of her pink pill new black magic chilled rose, How long can I hold this pose.You look delightful in this picture, being stranded, no time 4 the rebel’s coming 2 get me hearing a voice on the radio saying Oh! Metal don't get bent or melted, you needed to get back to your erotic studio this is certainly disaster change? People pull things together and how do we make love with metal strange 2 many John’s I rather have Jimmy? Is this your end of existence.Bull headed Matador trying to seduce me dominant eyebrow trait’s, he stared into bloody stream consciousness chill takes over your brainwashed he’s the bull head. Being used enough said. Red cape"Taurus Eye’s" smothered me for -God-sake spat out his word’s like a covered drape.
He touched my cosmo breast I couldn’t escape. Spell-bound got pushed closer under his valentine cape.Spine chilling escape anticipation what a revelation.Caught me in his shadow silhouette fancy me shape.I became begging he touched a part of me I felt his chill beyond anything virtual I became his trophy..he won we over that wind fiercely blowing hair Bob Dylan voice speaking 2 me Blowing all the chill out of my sin. Digging down hell angels split end’s dead lifeless.Is this my time the end..Frozen finger’s like children of the damned.Creepy eyes sociopolitical tormented evil dissolute.