"Orpheus sings so terribly that the birds of the sky explode, rabbits run their heads in panic, and even God loses his patience, swings his hammer and thumps the singer into the underworld." Nick Cave
.The sorrowful wife becomes the loverman, the henry lee, holding opium tea in his red right hand, spirals down to Tupalo to weep the higgs boson blues, from her to eternity, under 15 feet of pure white snow. So hold on to yourself or better get ready for love.
Because. revenge is just a picture, just a picture, just a picture.
I ram my head through all the barbed wire of lovers, I want in there in that togetherness. I can also turn blood into life, I can also bear children. I can also reproduce you. I'm soft, warm, though a little scarred from all the barbed wire.
But. Lick me off. I'll drive the nail through your tongue right into my heart. If you're right, you can look at the sky forever. And in the end, you'll hang on the cross as a raggedy Jesus, no matter how much of a woman you are.
Yeah, that'll make you laugh for a second.
You have to.
Shortly.
Yes.
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