with barbed wire kisses and razor caress a shotgun heartache and a kick in the head she shows she loves me she loves me with busted glass garotte and a kick in the crotch needled name tattoos and knifeblade cuts she shows she loves me oh, she loves me
Originally posted on sceadugenga.com
Just playing around with words, folks. I am exploring the cognitive dissonance that should emerge from the above images. It happened to feel like a song in my head as I was writing it, so I wrote it as if it were lyrics, though I haven’t written any music to go along with it. Yet.
I’ll let it steep a bit in my brain and decide if it is a stupid idea later (spoiler: it probably is).
The time might be better spent talking to a therapist. Too bad I hate therapists.