Hell's Anchorite

She thrummed around him, electric-hot. He slumped into her.Odd, how gravity reversed itself—"New tenants?" He laughed, a child’s sleepy laugh. "Or bait, I guess it’d be?"

Joseph stirred.Like waking up, he would think later, from a hell of a sex-dream. You don't want it to end, because you're human. That's a given. But what you forget is that the human mind can only maintain so much--And then there was a girl looking up at him."How long," he said, with a rubber-glove mouth and a dead-fish tongue, "have I been out?"

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You better make your face up in  Your favourite disguise  With your button down lips and your  Roller blind eyes  With your empty smile  And your hungry heart  Feel the bile rising from your guilty past  With your nerves in tatters  As the cockleshell shatters  And the hammers batter  Down your door  You better run

That was probably tasteless.

Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.

Glad to see you missed me.

Now that Stone's gone, if you need the space, I could--

Anyway, I'm back. For the duration, I guess.