Quotes by : Laura Gentile

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

She is a compassionate Amazon forming a muse from misery, full of graphic words, she doesn't hide, she....

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....

A cascade of thousands of pomegranate pits fructify her from above and female hands maculate the goddess's....

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....

Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair.

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,....