Quotes by : Laura Gentile

They can fly and they howl, they slaughter depression and headaches, they daydream like gangbanging daffodils,....

There she stood, hiding; the mother without child, the voiceless woman full of anger. Her smoked nails....

Crime scenes of pure sex, thorns on her body, blow-dry.

They burn books now, mama.The monsters burn fucking books now, mama. They have eyes full of disappointing....

Lose myself in your blueberry eyes Magnolia, kiss your mauve lips of grapes, squeeze your fleshy, milky....

Stretch out your tongue and let the words drip on the world like savage shooting muses, never, never....

The dense fog manifests ever-living gravestones, the tunes of decadence, the hearts that were doomed....

Their raspy kisses brand our jam tart necks, their treacherous miasma clasps our herbal thighs. Motherlessly....

These hands elate my life, choke me, broil my bosom, spank me, give fire to my words, my words, mother,....

I believe in Aphrodite, I believe in insane thinkers, I believe in roaring free-spirits, I believe in....