Chapter 277: Midnight machinations

[blood_star_nova]

I wandered around the mean streets, the cold dead streets of cement haven downtown, drunk and on fire, wandering past buildings that were ghosts, ectoplasmic resonations of death and progress, mired in a sea of perfect cartesian grids and gristle- watching silent hookers scream for sanity as 16 and 18 and 57 year old men fucked them up down and

Comments

[xladyamaltheax]

good for you *hugs*
regarding everything before that last scentance... yeah, isn't life beautiful?

[blood_star_nova]

life is a grand promenade of visceral reactions, intelligent insect instincts, anal sex and glorious facials, and burning drunken hazes leaking off an unresponsive coagulating biomass eating its own extcrememnt.