

The AfterpartyAutumn sunsets in my veins I sense everything is calm I slump back in my bastard throne My pupils show my slandered charm I stagger away from the chaff Into a fine marble hall My pillowed head touches the floor The dawn is coming nevermoreThe Afterparty
Spring to life in my own stomach Suckle on the nearest teat Stagger out into the morning Men in blue help me with my feet Escorted to their peasants carriage Kind men refused to let me walk &


The Vocation.Hello, Joshy. My, my, youre looking pale, whys that? Havent you been eating? Isnt it good enough? Look at you; I can see your ribs! Jesus, Joshy, is there something wrong? You can tell me, I wont tell anybody. Fat? No, I find you beautiful, thats why I chose you. I thought you were perfect. I still do, but youve changed. You never talk anymore, just stare at me and groan. Pleasure, perhaps? You dont smell nice like you did when we first met. Look at me when Im talking! Those big eyes. Why dont you speak anymore? Remember how gracefully you spoke? You cant be tired, all you do iThe Vocation.
Freedom| Alot of circle jerking occurs on this site, I don't want that, be honest, I will be. |
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