Spitting in the Face of Love

[george_rostov]

I’d seen him in a small club off Old Compton Street, his blonde hair dry and brittle from too much peroxide, which, as the spinning dance floor lights struck it with their pulsing beams, always reminded me of a field of sun-scorched corn. His narrow ribcage would jut through his tight crop top with his pierced nipples poking prominently through the

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[painted_bird]

I've always liked your writing, but the richness of the imagery has come on so much since the first pieces I read... You've really mastered how to create an atmosphere. I love it.