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!"




 

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Day Of The Dead Aria

by Adrian "Spider" Castrejon

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Studying anatomy with Clyde Caldwell

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