Love is, the beautiful lie

“oh baby boy….i’d chew you up and spit you the fuck out….better stick to the girls at the mall…until you grow up and come at me a man I can use…ok?”

Nothing comes close….

She craves to be free. To have someone hold her hand and help her find those dark, satanic corridors deep within her psyche that she knows she must visit…because the very core of her soul shouts this into her mind every second of every minute of every hour that she is awake…

…but know this. Once taken there…the snakes, dragons and demons are released into her veins..

and from that, there is no, coming back.

Graphic sex.

They are demanding his phone records from the Jan 6th riots as well as documents relating to his reaction to so called ‘defamatory’ statements that were simply clips cut together of his own twisted words and not even shown in the USA.

How sad that the USA, in your 250th year of existence, with all that you are, the immense history behind your growth and the unique cultural colour you bring to the planet, needed a british institution to bring the maniac you voted in, to his knees.

‘The man who dives into her darkness….

….is the man who discovers treasures, too abundant and too rich for words’.

“daddy….what ever you’re doing down there…I like it….”

Ain’t nothin’ tastes like that hot ass chicken fat…..

True submission…whispers, not shouts.

“right here baby…”

Breakfast of champions.