The drugs help her forget things like this.
She does things like this to pay for the drugs.
Don’t worry, it all makes sense to her.
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Ammonia is a natural weed killer.
He keeps a cluttered home, every corner a host to dust, detritus, and soiled, spoiled things.
Don’t know why you’re grinning, you smug, bald bastard.
Sure, she’s a disgraced and disheveled whore with needles in her cunt and a stripper pole up her ass, but at least she isn’t wearing a cellphone on a belt-clip.
Now that you mention it, sweetheart… no, I don’t feel like painting the garage today.
You never should have told him.
I like girls who are empty inside.
All the more room for me.
No one here deserves what they’re getting.
Seems fair to me.
Your Nature
You’re not a person; you’re a carnival ride. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be broken down and covered in puke.
She has dreams, though she’d never tell you. Walking the beach, her hand held by a faceless man whose touches only comfort, and whose words only support. Wearing a perfect gown and tiara, while every gentleman in the room proceeds, in his turn, to spin her through the motions of a dance so graceful it makes her heart ache.… Read the rest “”