am i clean again? i bury my face into the ground. i roll in mud like a pig. use me as i slobber over this knife addicted to the taste of my blood...Read more

no bruise or ocean could compare to this color buzzing like a dare searching for whatever's weaker to make its obsession. and as it brews voices o...Read more

my vomiting eyes of vulnerability spill upon his will all too familiarly these monster twins, with my trap lure, his buzzing time, that finite cur...Read more