a steady hand
And thus began a morbid fascination with...
sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking
sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons »
Sweetbreads Fingerlings
by Nora O'Connor
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standing at the gate at night
spotlight coming round again
red light perfume masquerade
anchovy olive sweetbread mope
acid teardrop through my »
Gorshin Jimmywine Majestic
by Red Red Meat
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Plunge your hands into my open head Take huge handfuls of head stuff Make mudpies, make a sculpture Make a collage of blood and brains Make sweetbread »
I'm Open They
by King Missile
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