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=-Rouge Saints-=
We bring to you mad and true ourselves
We
have bit down and tasted the salty groan of rage, chewed on it's
mass
and felt our aching jaws quiver with the painstaking
task of
ingestion-
Yet in some sort of masochistic rapture enjoyed every second of it
We have
descended into the scalding bowels of hell as prisoners of love
turned inside out and had our tender organs plucked straight
from
their
castings and devoured like tasty Parisian hor d' erves
We have kissed the swollen lips of utopia
and immersed inside it's
comforting
waves of bliss intoxicated with life injected with fire seduced by
words
and
akin to music We have found and surrendered to a state of
unequaled
contentness
where the suns
rays drip honey all golden a place of liquid rainbows,
candy clouds, soft blue fog and boheim angels
wonderful
cataclysmic mental work sheds and cherry winged swans
We crave the meat of existence
We are slaves to experience
junkies on the surreal holy streets of our own consciousness
French kissing the barrel of a 9mm handgun
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