Chapter 5 Tantric Fourteen Lines
Tantric Fourteen Lines
Feng Tang
Feng Tang @ 2008-1-29 15:11:00
My pestle is vajra
my bell is diamond
The sea around me is drooling
The mountain in front of me is cunt meat
I bell, my saliva is full of water
I pestle, the cunt is ashes
not stepping back
Pasta Crush
why the fuck are you still here
The left ankle rests on my left iliac
My right ankle rests on my right iliac
Your ass is pressing the lotus on my lotus seat
I said, listen to my bell, look at my pestle
You say, just like you
1/28/2008
Beijing