patti smith arthur rimbaud vulgar notions stuck in my throat bony moronie blood ceremony set fire to the manual build a pyre with our notes pedal to the metal hot white horsepower night pin me against your serpentine ropes beguile me with your hurricane eyes i won’t look away won’t put up a fight grind the clutch clutch my back dig your nails deep never look back criminally insane highway highspeed obsidian reptilian obscene desert dreams
Dope work. Passionate, sexual rebellion served up on a cracked mirror. Violent surrender to the act. Nice.
Thank you, Kerr. This one spit out of me after drip-feeding Patti Smith's "Horses" the past week.