Footprint 71
Now
is
the time
to pray ~
Pray that
She
doesn't
stay ~
Pray that
She
flies
away ~
Never
to
cum back
cum what may-ay-ay-ayyyy...
Footprint 72
She's sleeker
than
the sleekest
woman around ~
Above
this
Deep Desert
worped n' twisted ground ~
She lands upon
the sun n' wind worn
deck
of my adrift ship ~
Struts thru the door n'
taps against my skull
the sharp
bone of her hip ~
Her owl wings
transformation into a
purple
cloud cloak ~
Under which she's nothin'
but bones
but I
don't croak ~
'Cuz she's so
damn
beeeeeeeutiful
to me ~
I with no
eyeballs
but
I can see ~
The desert elements
have honed her bones
as smooth n' bleached
as can be ~
Her sleek feminine
bones that charm
to pieces
a bone head like me ~
And she'd like to stretch
freedommmmmmm
further than
it ever should be ~
For she moans
lux-
urious-
ly:
"Be my Devil
to-
night
and sodomize me-ee-ee-ee!"
Footprint 73
A woman
ain't
got
much flair ~
If she
ain't
got
no hair ~
Growin'
outta
her
head ~
Walkin' around bald
she might
even
look dead ~
So poof!
my
skull n' bones
lady ~
Sprouts hair
long
n'
wavy ~
Beau-
ti-
ful
hair ~
With-
out
com-
pare ~
I leap
from
my
writing chair ~
And
stand
and
stare ~
Pro-
found-
ly
spellbound ~
Above
this
miraculous
Deep Desert ground ~
I stand
tremble
and
stare ~
At
her
miraculous
hair ~
At her
long
n'
glorious hair ~
Glorious
be-
yond
all compare ~
It's colors
that
of
the twilight glow!
Violet
and
tur-
qoise, you know...
Footprint 74
I ain't got
nuttin'
to say
no mo' ~
Too bad I don't
fall in-
to a heap o' bones
on the flo' ~
And
chuck
this
song ~
Butt butt butt
be-
fore
long ~
I see
in
her
hair ~
Bountiful
be-
yond
all compare ~
Pretty little
pitch forks
of
lightning ~
Yo, pretty
but
kinda
frightening ~
And glowing goblin
faces
the size
of pearls ~
Grinning at
me
from 'tween
her curls ~
Turqoise and
violet
and
violent curls ~
Long n' wavy
swirls
of
curls n' curls ~
Growing outta her
bone head n'
flowin' all ovah
the flo' ~
'Til
I
can't
stand it no mo'!
Footprint 75
So says I ~
"Gee
whizz,
baby ~
"Uh
duh
you know
maybe ~
"I cannot do this
Sodom & Gamorra
thing
with you ~
"Cuz you see
yes
I believe its
obvious and too true ~
"There's no
meat
left on
poor old me ~
"So I guess
well
it
just can't be!"
the masterpiece at the top of the page:
by Adrian "Spider" Castrejon
http://www.moodswingsonthenet.com/p-4414-day-of-the-dead-aria-by-spider-tattoo-art-canvas-print.aspx
the masterpiece down here below:
Studying anatomy with Clyde Caldwell