Tuesday, 14 April 2015

The brain and the waster standard

"I don't really kiss" he said.

I don't care about your pleasure was the implied thing.

I don't care about your cunt and I don't care

If you don't care for my body then who will?

If you don't sustain me, I'll go hungry.

Ravenous and wild eyed, chasing a fuck that never comes or a come that never happens.

Dark spirited and sour. Full of resentment as I pleasure myself, fill myself up as full as I can. Make myself hurt.

If you wont feed me, I go hungry. You don't care. I starve and whither, If you don't feed me.

I'm so hungry.

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