Apr 10, 2025
But am I gonna make an actual skin concept? no I'm gonna put him in a dress.
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But am I gonna make an actual skin concept? no I'm gonna put him in a dress.
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Never getting off. Riding this slim, sweet little lighttrain. A million times better than that bloodtrain you oversold to me so many years ago. It all makes sense now. It's terribly pathetic that when I dig into my past and pull out my demons your pathetic lips are all that I have to squeal about. So I'll keep picking at my skin laced around the hem of my skull and I'll quell these comparisons deeper and deeper until I burn another detail out of your face.
Biting my nails and they taste like blood. They taste like blood and sweat and drowsiness. That kind of heavy drowsy that hits the back of your throat. The drowsy that stays. That sticks. It tastes like the depravation. The mucus and the ache radiating from bleached anemic bones and blood that would be washed white if you let it flow. It would look like tired soapy water cascading over dishes that aren't considered dirty but have been washed over and over unrinsed so that all their history is just baked on for years.
There's a vibration at the side of my left hip that won't stop that never stops and the spot inside my bottom lip is slightly inflamed and I can feel the intravenous tether stretch tight when I inevitably suck it after telling myself not to. My trials are so fucking trivial I might as well go start a war.