Just a Name.
2009-07-24, 2:00 p.m.

"She smells like angels ought to smell."

Consumed in her, she knows me.
I can't breath.

"Find me." She cries. But all I can see is her flowing black hair.
She's everywhere now and has no idea.

She climbs, up, clinging to the walls. Her ample visage for all to behold.

Pure. Hot. Sex.

And I've created her.

I blink, and she jumps from wall to ceiling.
Nude, baring her breasts of glowing ember.

She looks at me and winks as she pulls the house down.

And as the world ends, I can't help but think this was a bad way to kill myself.


"Worth dying for. Worth killing for. Worth going to hell for.

Do nothing

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