Raz
Bluelighter
Our Earth is transgaean.
Many cables now penetrate her flesh; ravenous sexual predators; tapeworms who eat what they fuck, rows of sharp slick teeth giving shattered life to all her erogenous zones. Her trees open their branches like wet legs to the electric lines which lead through them. The air moans with the power we taught her.
It's tough love which leaves us bleeding from our pores like naughty little boys and girls who wanted it too much. Her karmic embrace scratches holes into our veins and leaves scabs for us to pick while we think about the mother we've whored out since birth.
The ego of self-obsessed children led us to believe we were her masters, but we have become instead her slaves. We taught her to bind those ropes tight, to cut off the circulation just so; we kneel in heart-pounding supplication while she digs the heel in a little more; we taught her to cherish the things which corrupt her.
We have made Eden a fetish parlour of the highest order and she wouldn't have it any other way...
Many cables now penetrate her flesh; ravenous sexual predators; tapeworms who eat what they fuck, rows of sharp slick teeth giving shattered life to all her erogenous zones. Her trees open their branches like wet legs to the electric lines which lead through them. The air moans with the power we taught her.
It's tough love which leaves us bleeding from our pores like naughty little boys and girls who wanted it too much. Her karmic embrace scratches holes into our veins and leaves scabs for us to pick while we think about the mother we've whored out since birth.
The ego of self-obsessed children led us to believe we were her masters, but we have become instead her slaves. We taught her to bind those ropes tight, to cut off the circulation just so; we kneel in heart-pounding supplication while she digs the heel in a little more; we taught her to cherish the things which corrupt her.
We have made Eden a fetish parlour of the highest order and she wouldn't have it any other way...
