V--- pulls a pipe from her woven purse
and packs it fat with Purplegreen Weed
(an herb she bought the other week
from a strange travelling gypsy market
who had advised V--- to be careful,
preached purgatorial consequences
and bundled the stuff with a mantra).
V--- languidly puffs ethereal clouds.
Keep em comin'
preached purgatorial consequences
and
bundled the stuff with a mantra
… absolutely love this line. Your style reminds me a bit of Edgar Allan Poe. I’d love to see your take on a haunted tale.… "The Tell-Tale Heart" springs to mind. You’ve got the perfect fit for it.
Evening to Remember!
You have no idea how happy that makes me,
because I find Poe to be a most compelling and
magnificent artist, and underestimated I think.
Tell Tale Heart, House of Usher... masterpieces.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes