Inevitability
One fateful night a little girl scrolled upon her phone… Her greedy hand working away an already yearning cunt (that would only come to worsen over time…), when she stumbled upon a story… But, this story was different than all the ones that came before it – This one spoke to her. Once she read its words, they began to seep into her brain like saplings – that would one day grow into so much more than she could have ever imagined. She would feel, for the first time in her pathetic little life, a love she’d be chasing for the rest of her days – as well as a man who, many years down the line, would become her entire world. As her fingers sped and as a crescendo became a descent, she unknowingly sealed her fate – and earned herself a debt of orgasms that were never meant to be hers. It was a blip to her within the moment, something she didn’t even give a second thought – surely it was *only* a story, what could the harm be in words? But, words are like magic, dear child, and soon you’ll come to learn – *this* is only the beginning.
I don’t agree with him about many things, but when Alan Moore talks about the unity of magic and symbolic communication, he’s spot-on.
