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Crimes Against the Self... Chaos Sex Magick

a mishap fudged together in a blur by the onerous fate autonomy a throw away girl death addict in a racket of echoes fingernails panties and spit for relics of witchcraft in a foot licking satanic ritual she picked him like a con mark for the realization of her shadow dream to escape from form in a shaking bed spread herself wide feeling the black sound like musical water to drown in with weight that holds immovable storms of brazen villain's and glistening cocks who pumped her mouth like gas for obliterations throat bashing she loved causing the hideous end of herself splayed straddled a bloody archaeology  of kisses withering in an ancient pudding razor peeled nipples blooming  betrayed whorish curdling screams in a deviant propulsion glitter mucous and blood drizzled from her lush red smeared lips with tears of mascara  in a ghoulish basement an object of desire for demons  on the ceiling she abandons all hope lubricated her anus and cunt opened her thighs for a freakish novelty of soaked vibrating machine gun tongues for a hemorrhaging orgiastic suicide her blade slit tongue still undulating and pinned it in bits  to a fuck toy  rectum for valentine's day her love and guts like a buffet  glamorously featured  with photo pics in Mademoiselle magazine smiling cockeyed drugged and staggering she put a rope  around her neck as if in an embrace and blew her brains  a spiraling horror of diabolical appeal in a ghastly enterprise of roulette  of pants off dance off  scattered gauze bikini and a head wreath of hair  glittered like a half-eaten pomegranate under disco lights
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For You?
Written by
zebrablack
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Published
Aug 18, 2020
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73·270
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https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/j5e833/your-brain-on-bdsm-why-getting-spanked-and-tied-up-makes-you-feel-high

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#sexual#poetry#sado#masochism#death
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