Do you want to fuck? Like you know I do.

i'm fifteen years old and i feel it's already too late to live. don't you?

give me peace and chemicals, i wanna run into

and her winks cut through me like a Ginsu.

click for full-size. in her youth she made tons of pence ghost-penning songs for big hair aristocrats. now she lies in a plush, velvet bed, shaped like a coffin and filled with bats. and she is pale and i am smitten and in the moonlight we both still like the smell of anything night blooming, and she bites through the necks like ginsu: my sweet, sweet heartkiller.