Smell Yourself



You can see it in those eyes. That desperate longing to be accepted by a world that would much rather forget. It’s like she can only exist in the gaze of another. It’s kinda sad, but I’m not bothered either way. She has her body, and they’ll always be takers. But what happens as she gets older, and the ones that once chased her begin chasing another? So many shine for a while, but then their bubble bursts and they’re left to rue the day they chose image over feeling. Like I said, it doesn’t bother me, not much, anyhow. It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that the older you get, the more you realise some people are beyond saving, and the harder you try the further they crawl into the darkness. Such beautiful, damned destruction. It’s enough to make you pick up a pen and write about how horny it makes you. That perverse satisfaction that comes from witnessing the mutilation of purity- it’s a terrible thing I know, but it never fails to get the blood pumping. And writing is all things perverse. From morbid self-attention to picking away at all that surrounds us- we pick at the holes within and without. To be human is sadistic. To be chained to the modern world, and to be forever bound to our animal hearts. Swimming in shit, we twist and turn always stuck in the middle sucking on dead air. Suffering is a poison of mine; I don’t care much for fairy tales or success, only for how far we are from normal. It’s what we’re told to aim for above all else, and yet each and every one of us is a mess of sin just waiting to kiss the lips of one just as fucked. Denial. Apathy. Whatever. We are the ugly ones, always trying to pretend we’re worth saving, and despite my words, I’m uglier than most. If I could, I’d press the button. If the lives of every man, woman, and child rested in my hands, I’d hit it in an instant. If a lover came to me for help, I’d show them just how wretched they were byΒ painting them in meticulous detail with my fingers, tongue, and cock. It’s not that I’m evil, it’s just that I can’t stand the lies I see spilling from the mouths of everyone around me. Go smell yourself, and quit tricking the only one who can help.

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  1. Omg is that Shakespeare’s Sister? That song by them STAY is so amazing and not at all coincidentally this was a terrific read my badger and babe attracting friend!

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