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I dyed my hair today.
It's all black except for the underneath, which is blonde and the fringe, which is fire engine red. Oh, and I have a red streak at the back of my skull. It looks as though I have been beaten at the back of the head. Which is rad.
My sister and I watched a porno movie that was on tv last night. Just for shits and giggles.
It was fucking (yes, the pun was chosen deliberately), funny. It was called something like "Dangerous Pleasures".The youngest guy in it must have been... late 20s. The other guys were in their 40s. It was silly, a cop would some over to this womans house to investigate the possibility of her murdering someone, they'd talk for 2 minutes and then fuck. My sister and I sat there making fun of the hideous acting and the old men fucking these bleach blonde young women.
I was watching juice TV while drawing today. For those non-NZ, Juice TV is a channel that plays music video clips 24/7. Slipknot's song Left Behind came on. I love the clip for that. I love the way that Chris and Shawn fuck their drums, haha. It's enthralling.
Speaking of which, I had an amazing dream the other night.
It was about this man who was tied up in black ribbons. He was tied to 4 posts, and he was off the ground. Like a human hammock.
He was wearing a black bondage mask. The zipper mouth kind. I walked over to him and lit 4 white candles. Then I sat on him and leaned over his face and looked at his eyes. They were blue/grey. The colour of rain on concrete.
I could see his white chest heaving up and down. It was scarred with black flesh patterns all over. When I touched them, they felt like keloid scars. They tingled under my fingertips. I could feel his soul in them.
I cut open his chest with my fingers. Exposed his thoracic cavity, pushed my fingers into his warm skin. He was screaming and I was kissing his wounds. Pushing my tongue in, tasting his muscle. Raping him.
Clawing his arms. My fingernails french tipped with his A+ blood. Skin riding up my fingers like a lycra skirt on a hot day. Biting his flesh, it ripping apart in my hungry mouth.
His eyes... murdering me as I tore him apart. He was beautiful. Black hair hanging out of the restraints of his mask. His eyes were screaming in revulsion as I kissed him with my bloodied mouth and all he could do was writhe in his ligatures... Me sitting right on him... feeling him... taking his leather pants off and scarring his thighs.
Raping his essence. Him smiling as I do this, tears sticking to the leather mask.
I bit his zippered mouth, running my tongue around the sharp metal. Swallowing the blood that flows into the crevaces of my mouth.
I didn't let him go. Just let him lie there, blood spilling from the wounds I caused. I could taste his blood.
It was beautiful. So vivid.
It's all black except for the underneath, which is blonde and the fringe, which is fire engine red. Oh, and I have a red streak at the back of my skull. It looks as though I have been beaten at the back of the head. Which is rad.
My sister and I watched a porno movie that was on tv last night. Just for shits and giggles.
It was fucking (yes, the pun was chosen deliberately), funny. It was called something like "Dangerous Pleasures".The youngest guy in it must have been... late 20s. The other guys were in their 40s. It was silly, a cop would some over to this womans house to investigate the possibility of her murdering someone, they'd talk for 2 minutes and then fuck. My sister and I sat there making fun of the hideous acting and the old men fucking these bleach blonde young women.
I was watching juice TV while drawing today. For those non-NZ, Juice TV is a channel that plays music video clips 24/7. Slipknot's song Left Behind came on. I love the clip for that. I love the way that Chris and Shawn fuck their drums, haha. It's enthralling.
Speaking of which, I had an amazing dream the other night.
It was about this man who was tied up in black ribbons. He was tied to 4 posts, and he was off the ground. Like a human hammock.
He was wearing a black bondage mask. The zipper mouth kind. I walked over to him and lit 4 white candles. Then I sat on him and leaned over his face and looked at his eyes. They were blue/grey. The colour of rain on concrete.
I could see his white chest heaving up and down. It was scarred with black flesh patterns all over. When I touched them, they felt like keloid scars. They tingled under my fingertips. I could feel his soul in them.
I cut open his chest with my fingers. Exposed his thoracic cavity, pushed my fingers into his warm skin. He was screaming and I was kissing his wounds. Pushing my tongue in, tasting his muscle. Raping him.
Clawing his arms. My fingernails french tipped with his A+ blood. Skin riding up my fingers like a lycra skirt on a hot day. Biting his flesh, it ripping apart in my hungry mouth.
His eyes... murdering me as I tore him apart. He was beautiful. Black hair hanging out of the restraints of his mask. His eyes were screaming in revulsion as I kissed him with my bloodied mouth and all he could do was writhe in his ligatures... Me sitting right on him... feeling him... taking his leather pants off and scarring his thighs.
Raping his essence. Him smiling as I do this, tears sticking to the leather mask.
I bit his zippered mouth, running my tongue around the sharp metal. Swallowing the blood that flows into the crevaces of my mouth.
I didn't let him go. Just let him lie there, blood spilling from the wounds I caused. I could taste his blood.
It was beautiful. So vivid.