#eddiefnmunson

I literally fall through the door of the trailer. Tripping over the step I’ve cleared a million times. So tired my feet can’t hold themselves up. I stumble, face planting the chair opposite the door. I mumble into the cushion of the chair.

“That… would be great thanks.”

“Well now… that would be kind of cool.”

Pauses for thought. Fingers tapping at chin. Rings reflecting little glints of light.

“I’m not aware if I am… but I have gone down on a women at that time of the month and didn’t find it unpleasant… far from it.”

Shifts around where I’m perched on the sofa, my throne in the trailer. Smack dab in the middle. I tuck one of my gangly legs up under myself. I reach for and light a smoke. Feeling like my fingers are always twitching for something to do. I ponder the limbo I’m in again, and consider the thought that I’m a vampire. It amuses me.

“Food for thought. Maybe I am. Maybe this is a construct of something greater like a cage to keep me in. Maybe you are all figments of my imagination to keep me occupied whilst some other terrifying force is controlling my body.”

I inhale and blow smoke out of my nose like a dragon. I flare my nostrils to make it seem more menacing.

“Or… maybe I’m dead and they’re working out how the fuck to process me. Because I’ve been both a really good and a realllly bad boy.”

I catch a stray hangnail and nip it off between my teeth.

“I know one thing. I’m completely aware I’m me. When I touch - like we did - I feel. When I taste I taste. When I cum, ohhh I cum… hard. When I strum my guitar my callouses grow. When I get drunk I have a hangover the next day. So IF I am a vampire. What are my thoughts of this being my life… this limbo.”

A darkness spreads over my eyes, I lower my head. Hair hanging. Glowing smoke end visible in the cave.

Rolling up in the van I spy M on the porch. That fucking cat is back. I keep telling her not to feed it but here it is. Am I protesting too much? Probably seeing as I’m the first one to pick it up and brave the clays of death for belly rub. I’m going to cat hell.

*pats spot next to me in sofa and holds arms open* C’mere baby girl. bring the bat blankie. Let’s snuggle and doze and giggle and snore and smoke and get stoned and take bits of clothing off and watch stupid movies and mystery science theatre this shit. It’s the weekend babe. Time for some us time ❤️

Time for some fun… *rubs hands together with clinking ring sounds*

Hey Ede *soft smile - looking a little undone, standing in the kitchen smoking. A semi naked woman is on all fours in the living area*

Reality issues are indeed kicking my arse at the moment. I feel a little more like a demon spawn at the moment. I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. I saw you called by before, and am sorry I was so tied up. Ha… tied up.

*I grimace.* There really is such a fine line between pleasure and pain.