boredom really makes for inspiration, wrote this really messily in my sketchbook before. took me ages to decipher some of it, i practically write in hieroglyphics when i'm tired.
'where is it: this love buried so deep in the cavity of the chest, sitting so far beneath the bile, the mucous, the throbbing sepulchral blood, that not even the silver-tipped tongue could hope to retrieve it. not even the heart of hearts in all his infinite sleaze and vigour could dream of cracking open the ribs to see the sticky beautiful mess within. chivalry and all his horses couldn't rescue it, nor lust and all his teeth. no, this devil child sits, charmed by itself, and waiting for the day it wants for something.'
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