Kid A's Last Converse with CO by Plastique-Man, literature
Literature
Kid A's Last Converse with CO
Hullo dear Coco,
My odourless, colourless, albeit sweet friend
Though I neither can see, taste nor feel you,
I sense your omnipresent asphyxiating presence
Circling around me like a hawk round its prey, closing in...
When is the pain going to be over, i wonder?
I doubt I can take it any longer
I hope
This is my final fit, my final bellyache
Well go'ed then, come liberate be from all these wordly pains...
Let us shake hands gently
Let me suck in a whiff of your redolent absence of aroma
Ah, the Karma Police is knocking on my door to take me high enough..
With my eyes slightly shut I see...
A pretty house and such a pretty garden.
Kinkyville in Queer Junction by Plastique-Man, literature
Literature
Kinkyville in Queer Junction
Kinkyville in Queer Junction
Lack of morals and what was that thing, ah LOVE.
Sweet absence of one, perhaps?
Incessant incests embellished with rambunctious rapes
Children crying and grown-ups gagging
Those little degraded angels
How and wherefore have their fair wings G-one?
Beautiful pink boys in their bright G-strings
make eye to
Those O so butch and handsome ladies in blue,
Caressing their own macho arms
"You new in town, lad?"
He need not sweat and fret, my friend
As you the innocent-naive, timid, and red-cheeked boy
will be another hero, just as bold and outright kinky
as any other inhabitant of the Village
DRiNK, GET HI
Kid A's Last Converse with CO by Plastique-Man, literature
Literature
Kid A's Last Converse with CO
Hullo dear Coco,
My odourless, colourless, albeit sweet friend
Though I neither can see, taste nor feel you,
I sense your omnipresent asphyxiating presence
Circling around me like a hawk round its prey, closing in...
When is the pain going to be over, i wonder?
I doubt I can take it any longer
I hope
This is my final fit, my final bellyache
Well go'ed then, come liberate be from all these wordly pains...
Let us shake hands gently
Let me suck in a whiff of your redolent absence of aroma
Ah, the Karma Police is knocking on my door to take me high enough..
With my eyes slightly shut I see...
A pretty house and such a pretty garden.
Kinkyville in Queer Junction by Plastique-Man, literature
Literature
Kinkyville in Queer Junction
Kinkyville in Queer Junction
Lack of morals and what was that thing, ah LOVE.
Sweet absence of one, perhaps?
Incessant incests embellished with rambunctious rapes
Children crying and grown-ups gagging
Those little degraded angels
How and wherefore have their fair wings G-one?
Beautiful pink boys in their bright G-strings
make eye to
Those O so butch and handsome ladies in blue,
Caressing their own macho arms
"You new in town, lad?"
He need not sweat and fret, my friend
As you the innocent-naive, timid, and red-cheeked boy
will be another hero, just as bold and outright kinky
as any other inhabitant of the Village
DRiNK, GET HI
Gemini, Blood-type B. Much said..? x] I'm a 21-year old Korean guy currently serving in the army ;D I love playing the guitar and writing to easy the pains xD
Favourite Movies
School of Rock, Across the Universe, Ils se marièrent et eurent beaucoup d'enfants
Favourite TV Shows
Friends, The Big Bang Theory, Joey, How I Met Your Mother, Two and a Half Men
"Nobody is evil in this world. They're just different people living their different lives."
"I have been living all this years under distrust in myself, my failing to save the people I loved."
"So... they're those things that you call 'meaning to your life'?"
i didn't expect to cry for an hour
over this hedonistic piece of book.
im.... weird