Mongrel faced phalice mouthed to mouth. Serviced in a room full of whores all eyes fixed on the transgression that takes my shape. And how they dare not steal away. And my hands would blister at the touch. All the while thinking. "This isn't for me." Yet I still kiss the steady kill-hand that plays my life. Taking me where there's shadows moving faster than light.
credits
from Isolation Is A Gift,
released June 25, 2010
matthew garcia
francisco trevino
benjamin gamble
esteban ramirez
alberto garza