The stars that shine and the stars that shrink In the face of stagnation the water runs Before your eyes...
Swallowing diamonds A cutting throat Your teeth when you grin Reflecting beams on tombstones
A jamboree of surprises Playing Russian roulette Or the Lucky Dip A clenched fist to your heart Coal dust on your lungs
A silver tongue for the chosen one Heavy magnum in your side or a bloody thorn Skating bullets on angel dust In a dead sea of fluid mercury Baby piano cries Under your heavy index & thumb Pull some strings -- let them sing
The stars that shine and the stars that shrink In the face of stagnation the water runs Before your eyes... Dazzle -- It's a glittering prize Before your eyes... It's a glittering prize...
-Survival of the fittest. This is the natural law. From the grassy plains of Africa to the streets of San Fran. beasts of all kinds obeyed this law. Eat or be eaten. Eat, sleep, fuck. It all boiled down to these three activities. These were the reasons why the teenager buys a certain garment or rims for the hot rod. These were the reasons why the middle-aged adult worked all day. Eat. Sleep. Fuck. These were the reasons why, in the back of the poorly illuminated alleyway, a seemingly dainty creature with mousey brown hair was pressed against the damp wall of a building, her silken legs wrapped around the midriff of a pale haired male. Skirt hiked up and blouse partly undone to reveal the ivory flesh beneath, a mew and a giggle mixed with grunting and muffled panting. As her painted talons dug into the heavy wool fabric of his coat, a cry had been uttered from the flaxen maned sir. Lips parted and death dealers piercing his flesh, the petite creature latched herself to him, taking from him what she needed. Scarlet delight falling upon her tongue and filling her veins, a sinfully devious smirk crossed over her pale features. Ah! What a way to die! In the arms of a beautiful woman, making love to her in a dark alleyway. Should have kept in his pants, he should have. No rubber can protect one from this nasty little disease. Perhaps not even abstinance. So, would it not be better to perish at her hands a willing victim than to be destroyed by her rage? Of course. Her slender lands falling to catch the pair as the male's strength drained from him, her arms no longer cradled the dying sir as he lay in an oil slicked puddle, staring up at the dishevelled doe-eyed lady. Almost as if he were no longer there, gasping for final breath and attempting to cling to this life, Lore's dainty digits corrected her garments until one could not dicern from her appearance that this little romp had even occured. Once satisfied with herself, her gaze once more returned to this teaser stud, a cruel grin ripping her features from ear to ear. Now, Lore isn't a heartless monster. Not at all. And she would be if she allowed this poor pathetic creature to suffer. And so, with little effort and a creepy sounding crunch, the blonde's suffering came to an end. Hips twitching as she sauntered from the scene, the petite figure chuckled to herself. These humans sure are entertaining.-
Fare thee well, mon amour. I shant forget the wonder eve we spent in each other's company.
