Current Mood:

new type of guy who goes into confession booths just to brag to someone abt their accomplishments: applaud me father for I have winned

Get your pussy up get your money up. You’re gorgeous btw

get my pussy up,,,,,,, get my money up,,,,,,,,,

watches a six minute long porn video frowning deeply chin resting on my hand occassionally going hmmmm or jotting down a note. video ends I sigh take off my glasses rub my face. well. what do you even want me to say? it was derivative - even an amateur like yourself must see that.would I call it art? of course I would. a grim reminder that art mustn't necessarily hold any value or vision.

eagle: so what do you think about stigmata

prometheus: you know we're in a pre-christian myth, right? like that word doesn't exist yet. your dumb joke is anachronistic.

eagle: stigma talons in your flesh

she let me hit because i am devastatingly sincere

I’d say fuck the church, but the church isn’t really my type.

false prophet (self-diagnosed)

Despite everything the bug scuttles on

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams