Raven's Beak Productions: In the springtime of a heart-felt embrace...

[Ravenloft]

Oh beaker, my beaker, it has been too long, I cannot stay my hand...

I must reach up along your skinny legs and touch your felt, I must, I must...

I cannot be denighed so cruely n'more, im reeling with a feeling I can't ignore.

It is the feeling to feel your felt that I have felt before...

 

[T.H. Oughts]

Ok..... I take it you got some then

Lucky you

 

[Beaker]

The feltophiles fetish
The ravens itch
I head of moonlight
You dirty bitch
I know you dont want me
I know it aint true
So go on and die
And be EFFIGIZED
You piece of goo

 

[Ravenloft]

I may be slain in effigy
for mine crimes of the felt.
But whence this scorne
you breath hath come
I do not claim to know.

 

[Beaker]

There is no effigy
Of a raven udone
For felt cannot slay
the past cannot be undone
For this is life and life is true
Can you understand
Dear raven
Long lost Raven
Is that really you?

 

[Ravenloft]

Aye, tis I, can you not see it upon the pupil of mine eye?
I come not to decieve, but to please, that which doth soul hearten.

Wrench not, yourself from my eyes, from my heart, for darkness would surely take me to her bosom and chill my spirit then.

Hell, yes hell, t'would be prefer'd to the cold of a world without you to warm mine eyes upon...

Beaker, oh beaker, just one feel of thine felt?

 

[Beaker]

Apologies to Tool, David Bowie, Effigy

Prying open my third eye
See you in my face again
You are pushing
And shoving
Trying, to keep my feet on the ground

Live with out my sunlight
Love without my heartbeat?

You never forgot me
And used em wisely

Now you want one feel?
I know you always more
You dream of it
You spill your seed
Such is your need
the one delight
That keeps you up
So why should I submit
Why should I give
What would it give me
If you live?

 

[Ravenloft]

Ah how you do protest, you do know me best.
One feel, t'would ne'r be enough, under my hands, so rough.
You need a reason, dear, to keep me near, this I swear.
Not one wish of your foolish heart would meet its fall.
No, it would be place 'bove all else, till it was seen through.
Now, put these protests to rest and lay ye pon thine bed.

 

[Marxist]

I know I said I was going to bed but I have to ask:

Did the Renaissance Fair let out early?

 

[Beaker]

I know how to feel you
And I know you are not great
One touch by me makes you moan
Yet it takes weeks for me to maon
What do you epect from a beak unsatisfied
A muff, a cym, a moonlight?
Personified
Then you will understand
Then you will see
And then maybe then
No more felt
I could be free?

Your bed?
Are you sick
Are you sane
You hurt people
And I am not into pain
I give but cannot recieve
And you know that too
So you live without
While I get me some smoo

 

[Ravenloft]

You do me a fiendish turn, all the fires of hell burn my blood
Just to look at you, laying your felt out as you do.
Torment me no longer, I canae breath in the confines of my lust
Toss your arms open wide and release me from these shackles...

I stride the burning sands of time for one glimps
I wade the bloody seas of distance for one word...

And you would let it be 'nevermore'?

 

[Ravenloft]

You do me a fiendish turn, all the fires of hell burn my blood
Just to look at you, laying your felt out as you do.
Torment me no longer, I canae breath in the confines of my lust
Toss your arms open wide and release me from these shackles...

I stride the burning sands of time for one glimps
I wade the bloody seas of distance for one word...

And you would let it be 'nevermore'?

 

[Beaker]

You want me again?
Then where have you been?
Cym and Risia were welcom participants
Where were you
And why cant you commit
You say you love the beak
And then disappear
Not submit
Make your choice
And make it now
For you may lose me
And that is your problem
Not my why, not my how

 

[Ravenloft]

I dont want to lose you,
But how do I win
Tempt you away from females
Is that a sin???

And do I look as though I care.
My patience worn thin.
if it is a sin, then please let it in.

 

[Natalie Nessus]

Ah Raven, my friends tell me you laugh at me?

 

[Beaker]

This pain fills me up
A thousand timed
I caught your heart disease
And I'm rotting inside

Althoug how felt can melt
Is open to question
You may find out
If you can tempt me again

This pain it fills me
A million times
If you tempt me away
It adds to your pride...

 

[Ravenloft]

Ah Raven, my friends tell me you laugh at me?

I laugh WITH you, yes? *Smirking*

 

[Natalie Nessus]

I laugh WITH you, yes? *Smirking*

But I do not smirk?

 

[Ravenloft]

It is the prerogative of fools and men to be prideful my felt skinned lover.

 

[Ravenloft]

But I do not smirk?

The smirk is for the cheshire at heart.

 

[Natalie Nessus]

The smirk is for the cheshire at heart.

But I am not Alice?

And for the cat

 

[Beaker]

Lover?

Cherie, you overestimate.

Nessus, is quite good.
Fo a lesbian and a possibly a feltophile
You may be in trouble
Fight for me
For this woman is French
She sounds so wonderful
I can sit on her bench

 

[Ravenloft]

A cheshire fights for no one, he is quite mad.
How could you denigh one who's lips, they do detach? And float about of their own accord?

 

[Natalie Nessus]

So, you are both?

 

[Dragonette]

A Ravens Loft

A smile
A wink
A smirk
A blink
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