I can tell when people are lying. Like all those times I was told, “I love you.” Or all those times insert-names-here said some shit like, “I care about you…” “I’m a phone call away if you ever think about using again.” “You don’t deserve blank.” Yeah. All lies. I’ll just write them all down […]
I don’t even know where to begin. Every day the desire to write out these dark thoughts grows wilder. But the will to explain them extinguishes once my brain’s creative tongue gets twisted and crunchy. The last bait I left dangling told of losing my job. I got railed for it. That’s fine. I deserve […]
Dripping sweat and heavy breaths. Doggystyle in the shower. Orgasm by abdominal to clitoral simulation: witchcraft. But he wasn’t yet stone. Bright eyes of curiosity he’d lay upon my prancing lips. Initial fascination; it was the steel. I was the magnet. His cock was a fridge. Plundering freefall: his plump pout curves upward “I love […]
You ever wonder how a meth whore comes into existence?
Because they aren’t born. They’re made; created.
This is just one recipe! You can create your own recipe by your own tweaks!
A glass of wine at 11 AM. In a never-empty house to myself for a few days. Six indoor cats, and its a party of sorts. With lots of random noises and cigarette smoke. I’ve been wanting to write lately. On this here blog. Share some of those weird memories I have that deserved to […]
Doesn’t do shit.
So stop picking scabs.
At least that’s how my dad describes me.
A blunt roach in a torn Pall Mall Cigarette box clip touches my lips in between swigs of Coca Cola and Paul Jones whiskey. I blow out smoke into my phone screen whilst dancing fingers exude my inner lingerings. I’m searching for a high. I have to work in a few hours. As I sit […]
I just went to the first music festival/rave of the season. It was eye opening, in a sense. I went there with the intention of dancing like no body would watch, and to finally let go of all the pain that came with my recent breakup with Jack… We’ve officially stopped talking. It got too […]
Doesn’t mean I’m proud of it.
