Erotic Literature for Cats i hate meself now hated me then but love the vast shadow we once cast on them Those who died (as if) in performing on this album Scam (that's Mr. Winterfuhr to you) battery stories songs vocals cosmic keys and general mütiilation Crowl all guitars and bass Lumi female vocals, mostly sonorous... but as we know she can squall like hell too even likes it Moist flesh ran out in 18 08 1004 after two and a half moons of speyburnt wounds I had a cat, a rough fox sister Demons with me played Neither one in their diversion Could come stop me From my hate "A comedy for those who think... A tragedy for those who feel" about the - second track: I really dont care either - first dragon track: it's partly rewritten on some other song not by me (the sun loves the moon, no?), note the quotation marks - forge: the first paragraph is from somewhere. some dark, cosy place - leopard painter's cove (hints of her presence scattered around thee wickedly...): i've always meant the anthro animal and her alone no thing and no one else And no thing could come to stop me From being dead forever HER TRANSYLVANIAN GODS (Fur Full of Wind - nature full of fire) I once cried out in raven throat For tabbies made of fire In spite calls went quite little abroad I now got to defy her Once she painted her face with fog She had a good drink with the goths And fucks in bitter verve with doppelbock Whilst I had a good cry with her gods I might be a pessimist leaning toward a rapist (tho the only girls I'd Pain're huuomann) But almost everytime-after with the cat I've kissed Or even with those who clutch at the furry joie-de-vivre of Satan She points her gun towards the flaming sunset The only thing between the sun and the barrel Is me Surely wouldn't she blow us out All over this rural landscape Angry Nala confused about What I just said of rape Harsh kawaii-sweet, fell Tess-chan! Deadly beautiful powermonger Surely not killing soon blinded by the sun Usually it's the girls who die younger Would trust be crushed to dust in this dream? Remember Me... and all that could have been (*) But she fires - I'd give a glance for your eye To scratch thy boot Fire again to let me fly In agonal altitude Her fire flaring horizontally She has played SotB3 and she was rough With ungirly strength she hewed even me Now it comes back to her and she's not having enough Fires fires! fires!! Flames they make the fire rhyme And rhymes slow down to bullet time Oldschool violent virulent and a mind-bent Nosferatic icons to launch, catch, snatch Fleecy with a glimpse of red (sometimes violet) Hair full of wind, eyes lead by vampire bats Before I fall the whole emblem fades So I guess we're not gonna be mates The virgin fire licks the girl who is Satan's Somewhere in the chest straight to the head The lead she fired for her own recreations Cannot say the letum's not even worth my death (*) The _ikar_ drawist analogy - got the inspirium? Why I yearn the girl to burn in another fire? Wielding gun aspire to fun with a feline vampire I've never loved fire like this (or Tess for that matter) It would've been good, a fiery kiss Among warm blood to bespatter Well wriggled truth's better than none Especially in the fire of the burning sun Us mere tasty battleflies In servitude Now that I'm about to die Life is good (June 1004) SLEEP OF DEATH FOR INSOMNIACS I dont want to get stuck there To an endless graveyard field Would man listen would man care Would man even receive guilt Among themselves they would me bury Giving mostly a damn To the woodlands I want truly For I am not a man I am animal all indeed No matter what man thinks Let not this body you mislead For man's comprehension stinks So would you do this one for me Meal for insect spawn No tomb no obituary Just like before I was born (June 1004) SPEAK OF THE DRAGONS (...And the Dragons may be gone) Wicked bitch that girl next tree Kiss the girls kiss the sky Chose glue structural devilry Recessively personify Polythene for the teen in bag Add salmon to make viper fly Chloroform for the torn cloth rag This Icarian flightful night Moderate pints old engine oil Capriced mugs to fabrics foil Molest shots for pics to shock " She dives like a vulture An' Nether Armageddon rock She fades in the night How she looks for blood Dark dirt turn to white atom dust yet fears the pain Oxygen and the final thrust I want no her torture Last plastic whiff atoned and snuffed I want no fight Pretty sleepy, numb, handcuffed I'd kiss her for pleasure, but who am I her to 'save' Then I find her... I can live without my life I can live without a soul I'm looking for you this summernight roam You stand as a beacon yet sometimes get foul Like now you did fool me to stand on my own " All searching will now come to end I find her cuddled not long dead Another girl who loved the dragons Faced death as her paragons All joy and pleasure " She flies for doom now of maggots As a dragon in gloom Which is where I revere (She flies for doom) I might as well And the dead come to me speak of the dragons In transcendency As if the dragons would care When the dragon in dream is dead too " (June 1004) SORTAVALA [vocal-less and having the base in "agony" which is - as far as i know - composed by tim wright back in 991] (July 1004) COEURL GAMES, PLEASURES AND BANES Fragrant and fragile (With the) Most intrusive glance Cat as a hebephile probing (for a) romance The righteous and vitreous (Of) teens shall not bend They SHATTER (in their) mysterious curious ends Sexual autopsy Edible flesh Felonious revelry (/w sweet) Crimes us confess The cat she may say me "no more sympathy" For has she my prey be- come (to) lash me to dream That is were I suddenly turn (to-->) confront (...) the rain In dismal awe I stare with (a) glimpse of unnatural strain And_I howl and bow to drown in waters making meself cry Wandring every fever through I've bowed to us entwined Skyhigh now grey that mutilated liquid night divined Our might that spike these horns this force, cant say we haven't tried... to enjoy our kill to spit amens out (of) her That amends her will to death pleasant & fair Those lucidus lunar gods - (or should I say) goddesses now - Remembered fucks While dismembered and h ow Once she dismissed I took several trophies Cloth benefits (-fist) and from cotton of breeze I hate meself right I hated me then Yet _love _ the harsh bizarre crimes We did to them (July 1004) SATAN WAS MUTILATED As a bait located near the deary backwater Sleeplessly waited the chimera that sought her I wanted her out Detained only by me But what if she hated less that impending slaughter I love your hands (yes I know they're paws) Even as they're severely off course I loved you to sip The point near my eyes Without inciting anymore wars I relish in your digits (although one too much) I delight in your ears (in spite of the punch) And your lenient eyes In Megiddo flame Unessential if the dark vandal look follow my hunch I'm sorry but this was inevitable Had to do for you one more fable I heeded your privacy Not mentioning your name Only that your hair's cattishly sable As a lure became she the master of the backwoods Dreamlessly let him make her kiss his boots I needed her beside me Captured well restrained She only had to be deceived by her leopard roots I adhere for how can a furry butt allure Furry back and furry belly and everything fur too I'd grinded your life Caught for procure If I only had you... or _someone like you_ [relaxed laughter] (June 1004) THE GIRL I CALL MISTY [should this be a song (and it should) it would be something like a maiden's journeyman - we have beaten Death (to the punch) but She has cheated us] There's this tale that now tends to be told A tale of the girl with life quite cold Even dresses in long-sleeve Immortal cloth And the tale is about us both This summer she was cool and seemed alone She's short but with long black hair, you know - The kind exactly that attracts me Don't know her name, but let's call her Misty Though the girl's real this tale is not Hope she doesn't take it in ill part For she doesn't get off cheaply In my story she is hurt - deeply - - - - Well this is how it goes: she's got a stiletto And means to use it to let herself go I try to talk her back to me But my words don't affect her decree So just before she's gonna reach to the bone I gotta interfere and bind her to her throne She doesn't find strength to resist depressed Her emotions confused mind all incest "Sorry... I do believe everyone has the right to do to themselves whatever desired If I only could think with reason... But I cannot!" The sheer white ropes on her black sleeves Making her hands even more serene I hide away the lovely sharp switchblade And ask her to agree for a trade: "I'll set you free if you promise to harm yourself no more tonight" She scarcely raises her gaze to meet mine And answers with a whisper covered in rime: "Fine... but as for the recompenses - No one ever got me bound has escaped the consequences" I guess it'll have to do Untying I wonder what this has brought us to And her arms they bear just how many cuts, How a girl so calm has such a wicked touch... Abruptly... I'm down with another blade on my throat So she did have excess for nights this unhallowed But stronger than her I turn her over with ease Wondering what to do with the girl heavily breathing The cold northern breeze Admirable is the friction of her strange mind The fusible evenness on her face (almost felined) With that patient angry stare she waits me slip To get a chance once more my throat to rip I expect no room for a proposal of peace Until reprisal her fury won't cease I probably should again chafe her with rope Instead... I loosen my grip (come make me choke) - - - - An'ere we lie beneath the aerial boughy sea Myself wondering what exactly has happened to me And her fingers exactly by the right place My stargazing eyes somewhat stuck for her face But this is not the end nor us lying still Both of us demons craping as we will Both of us murderous and suicidal lovers Not scrupling whether to filch that'll be ours Granting no clemencies for those us cowers Devious garnish as burnt black flowers Yet as before there slinks a slight wide difference Which might tend to bend again us to our ends Surely we're ghastly and grim and cruel But you don't happen to be an animal at heart, too Do you ... (July 1004) FORGE (aka Forge the Virtue) The rooms you can see through the walls here may never be entered Back to xue bao fables (As if 1004) TO MY LOVELY GHOST (Who Would Love the Dragons) For the wounds love caused I take uisge beatha She takes a knife (Brush?) She's deeply an animal and a god at surface Yet the damn animal am I Confused and fallen I'm in love with Her But just a little bit Notions snake through and needle(ss) to expect her To catch me drift Is it Her who would love the dragons (Now they've like gone?) Who left via duskyfall Witnessing the fate for winter leopards That wouldn't be bad at all (July 1004) LEVERING THE ICY WATER DOWN THEIR HOLTS Show man skoll fang to rasp him by cranial chord Chastise and prevail to drive onslaught onward There's _gonna be one autumn soon For _what then we approach to shred their commune? We _quite can stand quiet no more Wel_coming the carnage we're living _ for The _breeze of pine trees it comes soothing to us _Though we in hurry (some furry) no rush To_eve we may rest and do best right at dawn For _dawn that is drawn for our perpetual storm \Chalice, glenrothes, malici-o-us spawns Treeblood, some branches, delicious [<--lengthen] thorns Watery ice and some sediment ale Life torn from gashes - this so cannot fail! Eventually the lukewarm august light Prepares us for the fight The everglades iridescent shades then meet dark appetite _Out of the dungeonal greyven craft corridors _Propellant some like to find poet warriors (With) _charm we do darn them where killing it tells _Throw to their santaclaustrophobic cells With a _whimper felt deeper and deeper it went _Assign with passion in fashion torment Cruel _poems for children we reveal that all Which _made us to hate thus we force them now fall The mankind our enemy and the enemy we damn Hammer down to smithereens smithing into nu-ham Through the chaste must we haste for it's a delict or bust Make swords reach cusp steel melee while their owns but rust The blow we deliver to the deceiver of nature carries afar This county their yard covered in the dead of the race retard .... So it's going to be an autumn soon Like that little whir that makes it fume Petty raspberry blaze encraze the sky Plain tundra in thundaja feeling to fly So _much for this patience that masons our plinth An _as much to drink like bare pint of absinthe _Staring skyhigh with a frenzy-made smile Con_tentment that fragile it shatters in a while But a _while through trials we construct for them Worth _every heathen lured to our Dragon Den (Summerstill) FEW IN NUMBER ARE THE REMAINING EVES No girl in nebular mess Waving in raven tress Come to me enough No astro-Loki flame come near No human girl should shed me tear No red cat fade to fawn and buff..... Should my conscience have a dolphin shape The figure'd rather seem a sex cat mate Of clothing she is scant and precise Graveyard cat and visceral dressing Few in number are the upcoming eves of this Miss She's a dead girl walking, baremuzzled and most impressing Yet no girl of the nothus species Should affort other than spurious disease I should avoid for illicit love So why do I feel against me will I'm not a hu man - if so I KILL (meself) To get away from all above Even from this wish in vain To have my cat before our bane I have written this before So you who know will know once more This love may have inspired me Inspired through all cruelty To burn and hang with my cat red For red the fur of Her, my Death Conscience in tiger shape No wallow, weep (in human rape) (August 1004 ....and so below) SNOW AND THUNDER [ An'en I'm alone somehome again To miss something, to sing and hiss For where is my Death to cut breath and my care 'cause I hate me now so about that I'd try And try until I could then die & be nowhere..... ] Heaving scorched flak panzerian rule Dreams that ravage her calm little mood Gentle chasms she fills with lead Far over the canvas glides the red.... She loves it like a mellow whirlwind Like she loves to be pushed to dint But those who seek alternative She digs that tank war up to heave Inspiration for a cream Makes her disdainfully scream: "Of the same dark matter we're about But you self-harmers, cut it out!" Cast your lightning, cast it high (With speyburn that'd be only a try) Paint the backgrounds with your heart For no other has done this to me Merely with her art Now that her outlook bodeful reforms She likes to dress up in unicorns Dreamstorms of blood will make outcry And goathorns raised [up] heavenhigh! Yeah, that'll be her, enough to bear Unbearable for ursines in wolven stare I'd but like the orange cat in black hooded dress The menstrual nuances that made Her suicideless So read my white mare read carefully To thunder Her essence complete fully In silver fur you bring this cat to cry I always wanted Her to die by my side So fucking tired are we And how we wished for death and death only (How can I ever be free As long as I care about th eeeeee ) I hope you dont recognize yourself Even as this story's to be shelved, Intended not too deep to delve... Are all spectres white or is it just because Only humans live to menopause An'furries haunt beyond their walls Then hope we're not bound by their strict laws For should we meet I might lick your gauze.... I just dont remember how I was before I went crazy.....