Soap&Skin - Spiracle

When I was a child
I toyed with dirt
an I fought
As a child
I killed the slugs I bored with a bough
in their spiracle
When I was a child
peers pushed me hard
In my head
In my neck
in my chest
in my waist
in my butt
I still beg
please help me

When I was a child
I threw with dung as I fought
As a child, I killed all thugs
and I bored with a bough
In their spiracle
When I was a child
foes pushed me hard
In my
In my neck
in my chest
in my waist
in my butt
I still beg
please help me

When I was a child
I rend my tongue, distraught
As a child
I killed my thoughts
and bored with a bough
In my spiracle
When I was a child
Fears pushed me hard in my head
In my neck
in my chest
in my waist
I never loved
I still beg
please help me

When I was a child
I bred a whore in my heart
A stillborn child
I gasp for -
The devil into my spiracle

I was a child
I was a child
I am a child

Nature

All Nature is but art, unknown to thee;

All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;

All discord, harmony not understood;

All partial evil, universal good;

And, spite of pride in erring reason's spite,

One truth is clear, whatever is, is right.

(A. Pope - Essay on Man)

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“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.” 

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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