I drive up to the house. No soul walks but me. I had taken out all the lights of the vehicle and had painted it black. In case someone did see, I had removed the license plate. I take my sword from the back and exit the car without the internal lights coming on. I… Continue reading Hunter
Tag: vomit
last year, today.
The front of my brian has rotted out. When i shake my head i can feel it move about, slam against the front of my skull. And my insides are rotting too. When i eat i feel the mass roll over and overin my stomach. They call it lust, i call it heroin love.