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Come let me show you the way.
The women all control their men.
With razors and with wrists.
And the princess squeezes grape juice.
On a torrid, bloody kiss.
----Tom Waits "In the Colosseum"
Maybe you'll think you're under a spell
Maybe it's just a bug going round
Am I a blessing? Or am I a curse
Dose it get any better? Can it get any worse?
Will it go on forever? Or will it end tonight?
Do I come with the darkness? Do I blow out the light?
Either take me for sure and real. Or simply don't.
But if you follow the first, you end up bored to death of yourself and the world. If you follow the second....you create a fog around you, a very exciting and mysterious state in which nobody knows where the rabbit will pop out, not even ourselves.
I am torrid kiss
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