jitters
ah...straight from the witch's tit.
Black love burning
a blasted gorge down the throat.
it Is the mainline, baby,
at least, that's the hope.
Demon's path straight to hara,
where all the power resides.
A pound of molten lava
this dark, meaty liquid slides.
Sinful cup of wicked and luscious brew,
banishes distraction, focusing hands ~
At least that's the answer to Mephastophilis,
when 'under what influence?' he, to me, demands.
~
3 comments:
how much did you get for your soul?
just traded with him ... kit for kat.
i'll see how the deal pans out ... soon.
~
One's soul for coffee.
The balance of that trades hinges precariously not only on the time of day, but on the day itself.
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