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kinks: corsets, roller coasters/ broken hotel maintenance elevators, more corsets, sexual sadism, setting girls on fire...literally.
me: boy in black, aberrant, twisted, deeply cynical, yet
playful, as one stalking prey...insane, rabid edge-walker, screams,
electric, riding fast upon the accursed demon, night, 'til foul break
of bleak and sickening day...we live to die and die too young...be not
afraid...i'm just bored with the mundanity of it all and am always open
to new people and experiences; so few worth having...i write
(correction: have written (double correction (!): just returned to my
old nemesis, the proverbial blood-stained quill, after a lengthy
absence (get me out of this crazy parenthetical hell!!!))), mostly
poetry, have no sense of "purpose", no rational plans for my future,
hate god, children, everything else moronic about humanity, and thrill
to nights spent in blacklit clubs, followed by disco fries &
coffee...in other words: pretty, dark, cynical (there's that word
again!), desiring what might serve as expansive within that framework...
you: feel there's little hope in anything, save raw
experience, and the few individuals worth their skin...enjoy cerebral
pursuits, but feel that literature's mostly dead, technology a morass,
but endless pontification the radiance upon which life subsists...hate
children, god, religion, government, work ethics and popular fashion
and music...the true ideal herein would be to center myself in an
unshakable group of incredibly beautiful, dark, maladjusted people who
love unending torrents of die form and ant zen, and wear an excess of
black eyeliner; piercings, tattoos and all other body modification also
welcome (bring your kinks, perversions, fetishes, whatever would most
expediently qualify you for admission to hell; i'll be waiting)...we'd
all revel in rampant acts of communal deviance and hedonism, but would
also be connected to one another with such intensity as to never truly
be apart...of course, that's just the fuckin' ideal...
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