desidia

Maybe I'm not such a bottom after all... sitting here basking in the afterglow of so much fucking, oh yes, fucking and fucking, ELECTROCLASH fucking... listening to Madonna, it's so interesting, somehow I just don't quite feel like myself right now. Well, I spent too many hours on an inglamourous train listening to old fat women snoring and Ava Gardner was not in my car, oh no, 22 hours bitches, you listening? Listen good, this might be the last time you ever hear from me... you listening? Electroclash my ass baby. Somehow I just don't feel quite the same. Maybe it's all that hot sex, kittens and warm damp places, next time you're on top, sugar... I feel like a peach and I'm covered in unusual scents... can't wait to divebomb back into the black satin places, do you know how much I miss you? Do you know how much I love you? Did you ever know it? Did you ever care about that? You are such a necrophiliac. Another journey by train, oh my God honey, get over yourself. It's all about Lillian Motherfucking Gish, you got that, darlin'?

So yeah, this is me saying I'm fucking more than you're fucking tonight, and I'll always come out on top, except when I come out on bottom...

I think I just watched a movie, but I think it was made out of skin.

No one ever comments me up on this anymore, you cunts, you dirty goddamned cunts, love me, love me, love me, and show your lovin'... comment me up, cos I'm trying to cut back on my attention wh0ring ways.

Feeling a bit possessed, you'll have to excuse my absence. Did it get colder, or did it get hotter in here?

Why am I writing this instead of falling into endless hands, lips, hips, fingertips again, endless poundings, endless motion, there's no inertia in a place like this, though my God the floor is dirty, like you, you wh0re... you're my best wh0re ever, have I ever told you that before?

Run run as fast as I can, you can't catch me, I'm the...

So... how about those whippets? eh? eh?