Jennifer
by The Blood Brothers · from This Adultery Is Ripe
Her heart throb heart throbs 340 beats a minute. Those slit throat confessions licked by randy flames of persuasion, the shaving of bone, the lingering taste of singed enamel. The negatives...Jennifer. Such uncompromising positions... I said, "You need a doctor honey, you need a mortician baby. Because i don't want your money, i don't want your favors. This ain't no blackmail...this is for amusement." Don't shady pasts make interesting broadcasts? And human error is never an acceptable answer...Jennifer.