to be seen through the eyes of a page  if the eyes are windows to the soul,  then the page is a window to your eyes Written, rapt...

She took off of her trousers. (She had no panties on) She kneels on the sofa. A steaming snakes mouth is between her open thighs,

“here y’are, pancake that’s shaped like Mickey Mouse,  guaranteed to make you smile;” “pink sugar or yellow sugar?” a dull scalpel drags...

i awoke on the bag still feeling dead as if it was a feeling, but really you are experiencing the feeling of being inside your own fucked

Near Future The best part of having a cybernetic penis is it's also a gun. The second is it can't malfunction. I cum inside, and the...

= illucid the charm of the breakage point asking of the forgotten memory to strip from once of blood till the shadow's edge a sliver of...

later, I'll stand by the disaster sign melt tabloid filth succumb to a glorious chartreuse pills for the delicate hello to the later

Now that I ease myself into my new body From tomorrow all will be different Now all the findings glisten on the pavement Afternoon skies d

i tell you you’re pretty then “no homo” at two in the morning. i’m in an apartment above a garage about to burst into flames. i tell you...

your blue eyes are whirlpools, and still i dive in