2/7/10

Torch My Eyes

DOMINANT THEMES OF THE LAST WEEK:



The lyrics to Lydia Lunch's "Mechanical Flattery": Fingers my fingers / My wrists made of satin / Don't be afraid of what's gonna happen / Elbows to ankles my fists out of place / I turn around backwards and off slides my face / Bones spilntered shattered / Dissolve in my skin My torso melts it flows out my shins / Open so open a circular mark /The cut on my forehead it glows in the dark.




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