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June 2007 This sounds much more sinister than I intended it to be. What it's mostly about is the strangeness of trying on Victorian-style corsets with Refs at King Richard's Faire, and the sensation of having your breath physically tugged out of you. I'm quite pleased with this, as it were. |
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Take the spiders that are running that are running up our backs. Lace them up and choke them down down our spines they make their tracks. Take the webs that they are weaving that they're weaving across our ribs. Tear the breath from our lungs with woven lacy floral webs. Take the spiders that are running that are running from our mouths. Lace us up and choke us down and make us gasp - but not so loud. |