Sunday, June 22, 2008


You can no longer be insensitive.
the wall was cold running down my back.
i fed off your outer beauty.
the eye language of written memory. 
holding onto metal bars. 
something i haven't got faith to grip on. 
you seem to hold firmly. 
i collide against dawn and the almost lost night. 
i know, i ate a lot of my bad.
imagination of one cant go past the fantasy of two.
i know , i ate what i once had. 
i know. i swallowed your sickness.
but it was worth it. 
worth to see you for a while. 
until you take your next. 
so this is what makes me beautiful. 
the constitution of shit emerging from my legs, 
to what is pure in my head.
text by: the female zoo