sweet love, my labour

Conversation about plastic surgery and calories last night with friends we need to free women now

the lord's over it; he's rolling his eyes in the face of crummy, violent kings. he's raising yogis, shamans, charmers that hate him. loathe him, even; he likes the feel of the hate, though. he likes the feel of cringy, clingy, creeping things. there's this formlessness in the yawning of genesis, a feminine goddess named tehom, that he's running from for the rest of his verses. then there's this vampiric, yummy man in the nile that he's never running from, though he'll later regret it. the old testament is nothing less than the lord falling in love, over, over, over, over it

the lord's over it; he's rolling his eyes in the face of crummy, violent kings. he's raising yogis, shamans, charmers that hate him. loathe him, even; he likes the feel of the hate, though. he likes the feel of cringy, clingy, creeping things. there's this formlessness in the yawning of genesis, a feminine goddess named tehom, that he's running from for the rest of his verses. then there's this vampiric, yummy man in the nile that he's never running from, though he'll later regret it. the old testament is nothing less than the lord falling in love, over, over, over, over it

i want to know anything about you. until they add up to all of it.