zaftigg

don't hold it against me if I hold myself against the window just to tempt the bird into smashing his beak into where his bird brains are

it's only by force of habit, I guess, that I keep perpetuating that deep gorge and cutting it deeper and getting it wetter and rubbing it against the arm of this chair until I'm nothing more than a juicy red cunt, cumming blood and pissing novocaine all over the Red Carpet

just so no one can follow my trail except for the hungry hounds that have always been in this for the thrill of the kill, for the game of fuck from the getgo, to chew me to ribbons and fuck the torn muscles that still twitch

then string my creamy corpse up so tight against this stallion hoof so I can be perpetually pounded by a stallion, day and night

I'm probably going to fitchburg, massachusetts next year for state college... whodathunkit

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