读过《Love is a Dog From Hell》 🌕🌕🌕🌑🌑
She'll miss me-/ not my love/ but the taste of my blood,/ she's so good that I almost miss my death. We will taste the islands and the sea/ soon/ my fingers will/ rift/ through/ soft clean/hair/ songs such as no radio/ plays/ all sadness,grinning/ into flow. When I think of myself dead/ the air goes all white. 这也好叫爱的，只是嗜血嗜欲猎奇扭曲的刻耳柏洛斯罢了。