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I got a book of Patti Smith's early poetry the other day and I have to say it is truely heaven. I haven't enjoyed a book this much in a long long time.

Oh Raphael. Guardian angel. In love & crimes all things move in sevens. seven copartments in the heart. the seven elaborate temptations. seven devils cat from Mary Magdalene whore of Christ. the seven marvelous voyages of Sinbad. sin/bad. And the number seven branded forever on the forehead of Cain. The first inspiredman. The father of desire & murder. But his was not the first ecstasy. Consider his mother.

Eve's was the crime of curiosity. As the saying goes: it killed the pussy. One bad apple spoiled the whole shot. But be sure it was no apple. An apple looks like an ass. It's fag's fruit. It must have been a tomato. Or better yet. A mango. She bit. Must we blame her. abuse her. poor sweet bitch. perhaps there's more to the story. think of Satan as some stud. mayb her knees were open. satan snakes between them. they open wider snakes up her thighs rubs against her for a while more than the tree of knowledge was about to be eaten... she shudders her first shudder pleasure pleasure garden
was she sorry
are we ever girls
was she a good lay
god only knows

~Seventh Heaven~
Patti Smith