Infected Cupid Spears

infect, infiltrate, infuriate. Is there anyone special in your life, in your loveline? Is there any chance that I could change to suite your exquisite tastes? Is there any way that we could redeem our gift certificate to starshoot heaven doordream? Is this the special shirk that magnifies all of our problems and issues until they explode? Can you begin to communicate with me? Arrows shot awry. Clothesline jones-ing again, tangled, dampened. Thump drum dump out bolder bangs until we can't figure out what we're supposed to write. Supposed to hold the door, hold breath, hands, on to. Splash puddle, now the rain water is dirty, filthy. Your wedding dress has been raped by the mud. It rain on graduation. Cleanse pours, skin, suck, smile, smell. Mites munch. Ticks dig, dredge into our bloodflow. Remember when we felt alive without a lie. Rats in the vents, cooked. Homeless dogs sniff the dumpster for foodscraps. Liars and cheats resigned. Blood libel in full effect. Famine eating crops. Vultures hover. Angels swoop with sachel full of rusted, tainted arrows. Almost hopeless. Dusted in a drought. But then again, Love...infected with or without.