The skies turned dark to match my heart, this is the first day of the war. For so long the oucasts have been murdered in waves upon waves, being burried amidst where fecile matter is deposited. I knew it in my heart, something had to change, and it sure as hell wasn’t me. I would… Continue reading First Day of the War
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Shirt Smells…. a sensual endeavor
It smelt of many colognes and sweat, sweet, adolescent sweat, a slight undertone of fabric softener hinting at the edges of the nasal smorgasbord. Adultery’s cologne was