I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. -- Mary Shelley's Frankenstein (1994), Kenneth Branagh
They say that fear is the strongest emotion; I tremble at You in awe of your wrath. For You, my dear, my greatest devotion.
Last night, I watched as You brewed me a potion; It trickled from my eyes down a well worn path. They say that fear is the strongest emotion.
Pressed to my skin, You rub Your holy lotion, Anointing me with a baptismal bath. For You, my dear, my greatest devotion.
You raise your palm, I watch the motion Cleaving through me, I lay on the warpath. They say that fear is the strongest emotion.
I loved You, I loved You, You grandiose notion, but it's been a long time since I went for mass. No more, my dear; I tire of devotion.
I see it in your eyes, drops flow into oceans. With a candlelight glint, I cut a swathe Through you: my dear, my greatest devotion.
Now I wander lonely, remnants of a wraith. Palms upturned, sending prayers to a lost faith. They say that fear is the strongest emotion; For you, my dear, my greatest devotion.
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Put glass eyes in his sockets Scrape the mulch from his eyelids Run a current through his heart Kill a boar for its jawbone Sew its fur onto his scalp Patch his gashes with its skin Stuff his belly with intestines Fish the dredges of his consciousness from the liquid of his blood —
r e a n i m a t e .
A good artist should be isolated. If he isn't isolated, something is wrong. — Orson Welles
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