Thursday, December 18, 2014


epigraphs for the email poem [or]

               Thy paps lyke lyllies budded, I yearne
               to suck them til my brains doe frye.
                                         —Dodie Bellamy
                                             (from "Cunt Spenser”)

        maybe sandwich it in between these 2 fantastic quotes

               Thy tits are every large cow and they feed me
               sacredly with thoughts of heights be taken.
                                         —Dodie Bellamy
                                             (from “Cunt Shakespeare”)