- To hell with the pig... I'm going to Switzerland.

Thus With a Kiss

O flowers purple blooming
On my skin your sap is oozing
Tingling up my arm,
My breathing slows, I watch
Until at last I doze.

O harmless comfrey brewing
A tea to help out healing
Deeply drinking down,
Stomach clenches, seeing visions
Twitching as I die.

O black berries shining
Take a handful just for tasting
Blinded, balance fleeing
What a rush, I'm flying freely
Now forever am I dreaming.

O poison sweetly tempting
On my lips a gentle blessing
Caress my tongue, a sigh,
A swallow, to swoon, to sleep
To be at last at peace.

—Brian (8/23/2008 11:13 PM)


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