Found this old poem.

 Goes way back (Jun '02) ...
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What pure evil, Lured into your scent,
Breasts so chiseled - to alter my state.
Even as hunter, I am the prey,
Poison my head, promise an eternal bed,
Mind thus raped,
Torn and frayed.

Riding against lines of reason.

Fuck all these memories,
Fuck all this fate,
Fuck all these nuances, of hope that we're fed.
Fuck all this living, like you were dead.
Fuck holding back.
Time to satiate.

Lose myself into a dream so wedged
Now I imagine...

My phallus you'll worship.
My words your decree.
I sever your mind- an infinite maze.
Pieces of the puzzle you may get right,
but which way round? which way right?
Pained into pleasure,
Shocked into Awe,
You won't believe,
until you're crying,
You bleed and pine.

And all will watch,
some with petrified gaze,
others in horny daze.
They all feel the tragedy,
and they can surely help...
They won't.

....

And it gets quite graphic after.
Must've been really pissed.

Yawn.