Skin slick with sweat, Firm thighs wrapped around my hips, Your nails etch red lines onto my back. As my groin thrusts into your spread lips. I hold your wrists above your head. As you whisper your 'wants' into my ears.. ...

If variety is the spice of life my sobriety is equivalent to rolling seven on a cubic diceStanding tall like united lice on laboratory prisoned mice will sooth the soul and mute the sighsGoodbyes are poor receptions in disguiseWicked...

I killed a rat not happy about that,but what other choice did I have?It wouldn't just leave of its own accord.It had found a nice cosy place in my home,a place to set up house and breed.I'm sorry your life...