Tuesday, February 01, 2011

but that's the trouble with bliss, there's no knowing when it will wear off, if at all, i'd met a guy once who had been conjoined with six other people for several years, he was insane. it was worse than any schizophrenia, this was more like a possession by a team of demons, he ended up throwing himself from the mercury towers, over on east side. i'd been on the ledge with him, trying to talk him down, but it was like talking to a tv channel while switching between all the channels, filled with static and random anti logic. somewhere deep inside on little fragment of himself knew it had to end. i was never going to argue with him.
down below he left a splatter of strawberry jam as his internal organs shot outside his body on impact.
but that was a while back, in a different life, now i was reckless, living within a new ego, with different hedonistic impulses.
i've settled into a rhythm with the girls, they need some discipline, some one whipping them in shape, i set them limits, dominating their urges, this keeps them satisfied. for the moment. but fantasy is a wild one, and equally stronged willed, i can feel her need. roxy is content to enjoy the ride, we have a symbiotic relationship established but the redhead, we all know redheads are trouble.

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