Sticks & Stones.

[Helios.]

Sticks & Stones may break my bones.
But I've got pens.
And I've got swords.
And I've got lighters, too, Galore.

"Fuckin' Voodoo Evil Fuckin' with my privacy."--Tricky.

 

[johanneschimpo]

words and birds may fly on by
but when 2:30 comes
I'll still be high.
Why? Till the day I die.

 

[(Wordy)]

"Armed with flammable air,
with raising-fuel,
high-burning with vines of fire come I -
and with a dark retinue of clouds
to water their fronds
of wild blood and amber."

 

[Amanita Mary]

my head
is like a crayon
filled with wax
and yes
i do
dare go
near flame

 

[Helios.]

I put my swords away.
I would prolly kill somebody by accident otherwise.