It is autumn, and the floor of the forest is littered with fallen, decaying things.
I will take nothing but pictures, and leave nothing but ashes.
Motto
“Flower” – Liz Phair
This is how you seduce a man:
Everything you ever wanted
Everything you ever thought of is
Everything I’ll do to you
I’ll fuck you and your minions too
Cut to the chase…
When you already know where you’ll end up, why not just go there?
“Rescue” – Lucinda Williams
Don’t say you were never told the truth, ladies.
“H.W.C.” – Liz Phair
My idea of entertainment: playing this song repreatedly until the woman you’re with can’t help but have the lyrics burned into her brain. Then taking her out somewhere in public, humming the tune under your breath, and waiting for her to break into song at the most inappropriate possible moment.
Is it okay that I pretend you’re my daddy while I touch myself?
If you must… you’re thinking of the correct person while humping your hand, and that’s the important thing. If your orgasm isn’t dedicated to a man, then what’s the point in having it at all, right? But really, I don’t know about “daddy” these days.
I think I’d rather be your uncle. Y’know, the guy who’s like a weird, more interesting version of your daddy… his vibe is kind of sketchy and rich with misdemeanor, but he’s basically well-intentioned and caring. He talks to you like you’re smart even when you’re an idiot, while teaching you dirty jokes you’re too embarrassed to repeat and ugly truths no one else will share. He laughs at you when he shows you something that makes you squirm, and you’re pretty sure that if you got him really high the weekend after your 18th birthday, he’d totally sit and watch you do it with your best friend on the floor of his basement man-cave.
Yeah… that feels about right.
An animal is well trained when it can perform a trick and provide its own drumroll simultaneously.
Necromaticon
It’s tough being an all-devouring Lord of the Nether Dimensions these days. Back when the world was new, people offered up their virgins as sacrifices, but now they’re all like “virginity is a social construct,” so you just end up with some random skank chained to a rock.
Mortals don’t realize this, but “used” is more than an adjective… it’s a flavor.
do men have resting bitch faces as well or do they not have negative characteristics ascribed to them for putting on a neutral rather than a deliriously happy facial expression
Have you seen Jack White? I love that pasty motherfucker’s work, but his RBF looks like Faye Dunaway eyeballing a wire hanger.
In The Garden
I am always amazed by how thoroughly a culture can train its cunts to both dread and protect cock. The dick is everything that controls and diminishes them, their penultimate nightmare made rigid, greedy flesh; how many erections every year are forced down how many helpless throats, literally and figuratively? For the sake of manhood is woman thus circumscribed.
And yet, how seldom they indulge the obvious; a cunt will drown in the hate of a man —allow him to turn her body against her until she spouts her bile like some grotesque, fetid fountain, fit only to decorate a garden of weeds— before she’ll disarm him of the weapon he loves best. The world will grow dark around the edges and recede into it’s own shadows before she will make his strength his weakness.
If only the gods were so feared and served, surely this world would return unto Eden. But fair Eve, it seems, has grown accustomed to her squalor.