Ooze of magma singes my body, for all the energies used reminds me of your insecurities. My body hurts being stoned by the fist of your emotions, I cannot get up. Hurricanes of violence flow from your soft, pink pale lips slapping me in my face so hard that I cannot flicker my eyes to face the demon which hides in your flesh and my head hurts, yearning for you to stop..PLEASE STOP!!! Please, I promise to be a good boy! (sighing) the flood of unformed waste of emotions flow from my eyes and out through the crimson red of blood out of my body. My body cannot feel no more. For no matter what Roger, I will always love you even when I feel your arms around me and your tone has changed, your physical energies overcome the chaos it has wrought, and the angelic form has come to bless you and ask for Forgivenss, I am not a pigskin stuffed bag; ready to punch and kick whenever you are angry, for after the medicineman has chanted his last healing dance, after his last... many moons ago