“My love, do you recall the object which we saw,That fair, sweet, summer morn!At a turn in the path a foul carcassOn a gravel strewn bed,Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,Burning and dripping with poisons,Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant wayIts belly, swollen with gases.- A Carcass”

“Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,that soft summer morninground a turning in the path,the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,its legs in the air like a woman in needburning its wedding poisonslike a fountain with its rhythmic sobs,I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.I am the vampire of my own heart,one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughterwho can no longer smile.Am I dead?I must be dead.”

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.”

“Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.”

“Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.”

“i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.”