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‘his hands on me, my fingers on him, tongues, lips, teeth, sweat, fingers in hair, hot breath on throats and nipples and hips and thighs. we devour each other. we take, and we give, and it is too much, and it will never be enough. i can’t get close enough to him, i can’t get enough of his skin on my skin. i can’t—‘

‘we are what we are what we are, after all. and i am a dead playboy bunny and i am a fly and i am a wolf, and i am any wise man’s worst nightmare.’

‘i am wired and alive and adorned in the blood of men who i know nothing about and who are no longer men at all.’

‘perhaps one would expect the chopping of a penis to feel a bit like the chopping of a hotdog, and it does. it is more fun than i anticipated, so i chop a bit more. chop, chop, chop.’

i’m gone☠️

‘rage does not do it justice.
furry. frenzy. savagery. madness. spleen. bile. wrath.
there is no word for what fills me.
a screaming monkey, a howling wolf.’

“the computer, the tv, the videos, the music. distractions. diversions. nothing. they mean nothing.”

‘i try to take it all in, memorize everything, commit it to my brain for all time. but i can barely think or see. our last moment here.’

me coded

“you plague-sore carbuncle bitch.”

L M A O.

‘as if the dark can erase the closeness from truly existing. we are always permitted more away from the harsh scrutiny of the light.’

‘and when he produces the eggs, soft boiled, i arch my back as he inserts one into me, as he swallows the yolk that drips out. exquisitely, devotionally.’