The Melissa Blue are a haunting family of butterflies. They belong in an ice forest. They're bluetiful and look cold to the touch. I like the guys with the teardrop-black eyes, grey fur like a wolf-fly.
Deep in my heart they're pitching oil in buckets, and little blue butterflies are haunting up here and there, one at a time, breaking for the sunlight. Someone's big fucking hand is in the way, I think it's mine, closing over the well. But I have to get that oil out of there.
