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People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk. Steven King
Blythe Pearl knew what true horror felt like. And I was all sorts of fucked up for finding that sexy as hell. Her ass helped too.
She called herself a ghost. But I was the one that was going to haunt her.
When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts. When I grew up, I realized people are more scary. Unknown
Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see. Edgar Allan Poe
Death was always on my mind. Death was always nearby. But if only for tonight, I didn’t mind so much.
Her moan was a hymn fit for the church I was tasting her in. Her flesh and the dripping between her thighs were an offering upon the altar for her own personal demon.
