it is an accumulation of neon amidst a 𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇 of clown gore and lust embedded in latex & stitched into the webbing of laced fishnets. a half-conscious euphoria bubbles in a deluge of fluorescence and STROBE LIGHTS, with each passing FLASH of 𝘗𝘐𝘕𝘒 / 𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘌𝘕 / 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒 & 𝘉𝘓𝘜𝘌𝙎, is a hallucinogen weaned on madness and coalesced in a drunken stupor. THIS IS A LOVE STORY best told in blackened bruises and knife fights; it is an ODE TO MADNESS and everything wrong with a world bathed in piss-water and filth.
❝ ooooooh , silly billy ... if that were true, i’d be 6 feet under like ole’ little boy blunder... but that’s not you, bats. never was. never will be, huh ? ADMIT IT: you’ve thought about every sweet minute... the smell, the mess... my laughs drowning out your every thought as you strip the flesh from my bones... OOH , i’m gettin’ HOT just thinkin’ about it, AHEH. you don’t have it in you, bats. but doooo feel free to prove me wrong. come on, now’s your chance, BATTY. i won’t put up a fight - unless ya want me to. Ｈ🇦ᴬＡᵃＨ🇦Ｈᴬ𝐀! ❞
@gothmite : continued.
