read the mess////)

Shall I? Do you like this taste 
of tongue in your neck? Red-Polished-Dragoon flirting with Death on your Styx 
blue sea, delivering the names of Orpheus & Eurydice to the feline-nails and 
the clouds of steaming parfume blowing from the blue sea Styx skin embedding 
purple flesh stream of consciousness along the neck?

	_______No body
			No organs

	Out in the cold