Mucous Mistakes

[ControlDenied]

Here is for the confused ones
Questioning that black side-effect of the sun's:

All are as
honey in glorious flesh; fuck Ye that glorious ass
as it sits upon sliding stone a clot-pus.
Today
made by sliding coins and stars on black
velvet, tore the rose's thorn, born into an extra whole.
Virgin greed launched the stars back.
Standing on the brink itself tore a new hole
waiting to be full-filled
with time and the honeyed voice
of fate as it's slowly, slowly spilled...