strawberry acidthe familiarity of it irked her, like the smell of old women— strawberry soaps and acidic perfume. it drenched her, eroding her core, pending supernova.strawberry acid
it was straight out of a noxious scrapbook: the sting of licking a fresh wound— body attacking body, saliva killing blood; the silent fungus— creeping, subsurface and devouring everything
it touches in merciless massacres; unstable tectonics— shifting, slow-moving earthquakes of the mind and eruptions of the body.
there was no
delectable ambiguity. she
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love so deep, kills you in your sleep
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detective sandy vagina says:
COMMENT, TO GET COMMENTS.
SHARE YOUR MINDLESS, UNFOUNDED, CIRCLE-JERK COMPLIMENTS, NOT YOUR MUCH-NEEDED CRITICISM.
LOVE YOUR ART LIKE A WHINY LITTLE WANKER, AND GET PERSONALLY INSULTED WHEN SOMEONE SAYS YOU SUCK.
But welcome.
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Death is the only constant.
Welcome to DA blah blah blah, hope to see some stuff by you soon
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Days of wine and roses, days of wine and roses
All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72
<`MinorKey> and don't drink so much that you remember having fun...
What I want to know is: who are you? I get the feeling you aren't new around here.
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A picture, like a human, will speak a thousand words, and never say a goddamn thing.
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A picture, like a human, will speak a thousand words, and never say a goddamn thing.
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