Love
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It’s just something that needs to be done. Something that fills me up with love. Warm spunk, ready to cover a temple of imperfection. Ready to infect, and to desecrate all that I deem fit. There’s not enough truth in fluid if you ask me. Not enough viscera. Sucking mouths and breasts. Placing fingers in Read more
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They think they know what it means, but what it really means, is stained into their hollow little bones. Yeah, the ones wrapped in cheapened flesh, painted for the eyes of all the non believers. In the plagued, desperate streets, they parade themselves as if it were something worth seeing. As if it were somehow Read more
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All is serene, and my body feels good as I step into the garden. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, I roll a cigarette while listening to birdsong. It’s a beautiful sound, and as the birds fly above my head between the trees, the smell of freshly cut grass makes the moment that little bit sweeter. Read more
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That feeling you get when you wake up in the morning with a hangover and a dry mouth. Sucking on an ice-cube can help. Makes the mouth taste less like a cats arsehole. Stumbling outside into the garden, I sat on the grass and watched a spider scuttle several feet towards me until a bird Read more
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There’s something about her gaze. How she can melt away the barricades of your heart, with just the simplest of smiles. She has you wrapped around her finger, hook, line, and sinker. Being caught was something you wanted. You allowed it to happen because to be her victim was just too pleasurable an offer to turn Read more
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With everything silent and still, it’s just me, her, and a handful of ghosts. Laying on my side, there’s something so innocent about her as she sleeps. It’s in the way she curls beneath the blanket, nose twitching, eyes fluttering. It’s in the way she draws towards me, looking for comfort and safety while unknown Read more
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The hidden depths. The ways of your desire. Perched on the edge of the bed, there is no line between where I end and you begin. Only I never end, not really. I am Abstract Daddy, a dream upon waking that never leaves you. There is no substance to what I am. I’m void of Read more
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Let me take you by the hand, and show you the horrors of what will be. Let me peel open my skull, and let the flashing lights blind you with abandon. My hands around your heart, I can feel the trembling waves of guilt that overcome you. The linguistics of my madness blossoming in your Read more
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It’s late evening, and I’m sat looking out the window while drinking beer. There’s a few streetlights dotted around and the occasional passing car, but that’s about it. Everything’s quiet. It seems so peaceful. So mundane. My fingers ache as does my back from poor posture, and I’m flipping between writing and nothingness. To combat Read more
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When you taste my plague, how does it make you feel? Those thoughts that blossom in your mind when I reveal myself to you, how much is pleasure and how much is pain? With blackened eyes and hardened bones, I’m something you can never escape from. You know my name, but can never bring yourself Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 