Mad House Blues: Part 3

Eye’s darkened with eyeliner we lay together naked flesh pressing against disgusting flesh so beauteous and repelling buttocks flashing and we sat up discussing Dali as the Marlboro’s burned out and we lay again enwrapped in dreams sweet and lustful our teenage desires undiscovered by the world outside our room how we thought we’d never be found but like all good things it came to an end.

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Author: Carlo Marx

Carlo Marx is an aspiring writer who hopes that one day he will be taken seriously by the world. As this is unlikely to happen, he will continue to milk himself of all art to try and appease it. (PS: He has finally sorted out everything regards pseudonums, etc. so there wil be no more changes from now on.)

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