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this is an odd sensibility. the crack whore world is tearing everything apart.
delusion was so much more fun.
i am avoiding being raped. i am avoiding the grasps of desperate women and frustrated egos. they want to take their christ off his crucifix so that they can have a taste of his bleeding carcass.
i am not your dream. i am not your perfect man. even if you are my perfect woman.
this is the darkness. choke on the black tar of my existence. you sicken me when you bite my flesh. you sicken me with your obsession.
and now i know how she felt for all those years. . .
but i will accept the dark that you all forfeit. there is beauty there, more poignant than the brightest light. and i won't be the one missing out. . .