armand is like a son to me [remembers i want to see him fuck other men] he's like a boyfriend to me [remembers im a lesbian] he's like a haunted doll that sits on my bed and keeps me awake at night with its terrible, unblinking stare, and if i do finally manage to fall asleep, he slithers into my dreams and torments me with visions of cities made of dark stone, its towering spires lit by many a gibbous moon and strange constellations i do not recognise, as if i have been transported to some other planet, a planet full of screeching creatures with gigantic, leathery wings, that flit between the non-euclidean structures as thin piping flutes sound in the distance, coming closer and closer as the creatures descend on me, rending me apart with their talons, but worse still are their many eyes, so like his eyes, piercing through my very soul and driving me to screaming madness
or like a funny bug!
