Cute, quaint, and perhaps a bit country

Posted on November 5, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

The smile of the angel
is torture and rapture.
The kiss of the whore
is always the same.
Is it any wonder
we expect our pleasure
to come with a measure
of delirious pain?

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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