david is your only friend. david owns a skeleton key (your chastity belt is not as impregnable as the salesman said it was) david’s idea of a reconnaissance mission is to calculate the salinic content of your ****** fluids david thinks the numbers still mean something to you the pressure in your ears mounts to intolerable levels david: perennial offerer of hobson’s choices or haven’t you noticed that the bible is just a story about dietary restrictions?
this one is old, from sometime between 2016–2018. but despite how much my writing has changed since then, i'm choosing to post it now, in all its unpolished awkwardness, because sometimes it's good to resist your impulse to hide your less-than-perfect work