Bacteria in the air attaches to every inch of you. Empty the space and the sickness will disappear.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Deep
Run it down your spine. My mind will fuck you first. Turn around and crouch in the corner. Your legs quiver. Feel the pain and don’t say a word. Through your blood my restlessness subsides.
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