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a mishap fudged together in a blur by the onerous fate autonomy a throw away girl death addict in a racket of echoes fingernails ******* 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 ***** who pumped her mouth like gas for obliterations throat bashing she loved causing the hideous end of herself splayed straddled a ****** archaeology  of kisses withering in an ancient pudding razor peeled ******* 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 **** and **** 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 **** toy  ****** 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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Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
Crimes Against the Self... Chaos *** 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 ******* 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 ***** who pumped her mouth like gas for obliterations throat bashing she loved causing the hideous end of herself splayed straddled a ****** archaeology  of kisses withering in an ancient pudding razor peeled ******* 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 **** and **** 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 **** toy  ****** 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
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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Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 12:01 PM UTC
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