HAUNTED BUILDING. HAUNTED LIFE.

so you millions scared and weak, prepare for some devastation, some blood soaked hands, some broken bones, and mass body counts across your nations.

GET DOWN, SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE GOOD FOR.

haven't I given enough?

I'm a skinless body, my muscles drying in the sun. I feel myself shrinking.

looking out the window all I fucking see is you.

my sperm is thickened light. it contains false memories, the seed of a new race, a civilization, a plague, a flood of poison oil and dead subaquatic blind monsters.

cutter in my right hand ; smoke in my left hand.

people like to think of themselves as points moving through time, but I think it's probably the opposite.

I don't know you, but would I fall in love with you?

most people are sheep and sheep don't eat meat.

anywhere. everywhere. nowhere.

cycle of blood. it's all the same.

my nightmares are getting worse.

martyrdom for a merciless god. what a waste.

I'm gonna take my time. I want this to really hurt.

I feel like some shapeless cosmic belt, as if the hand of some invisible deity were cradling me in his arms.

I don't know you, but would I fall in love with you?

they're in the room at the end of the hallway, feeding on each other, sucking, sweating into each other's mouths, penetrating. they're larvae. they are undulating worms. they're monsters.

MY SLAVE ON CALL. BLOATED BELLY. NO BALLS. EUNUCH.