My mind does not belong in your world. It must not exist in it. I jab biting instruments into my expectant skin combining poison with yearning blood. I'll drain my veins of all their fluids tonight. Christian souls won't mourn me.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Spent and Spurned
Spent and Spurned
By Brian Looney
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