Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
The, bitter-edged distress distempers parody
Move your burlesque, bite the heat eternity
In half the time you will dive below your deficit
And cut from top to bottom, we are the same
Sink for a season, returning to drown
You will lift up a head for hex to send the spirit down
Cold on the inside despite in your face
The chain of disdain is unbroken dissolve, and you leave no trace
You freeze frame fanatic, deliverance-dies, if the war be absurd
Then everything touched will be your disguise