One day, I will be Robert fucking Neville.
Just you fucking watch me.

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"I smoke and I drink and everytime I blink I have a tiny tiny fucking dream."

It was slow at first, and subtle. They'd come to me, wearing nice clothing, asking me for things: a few shots here, a few pills there. I smiled and touched their heads, murmuring "mine, you're mine, my lovelies." I had no idea ( Read more... )

"It's not even real," I explain to them. My calm tone and blank affect don't seem to put them at ease, no matter how many teeth I show them when I smile ( Read more... )

Right. Tobacco being a stimulant, he says to himself. He turns on more lights, and his bed calls to him like a concerned lover. Sort of sad, sort of rejected. A little bit paranoid. He glances up half distracted, half for the sake of narration, at the digital clock, numbers burning like hot teal brands in the dark flesh of a nice night. Three ( Read more... )

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The sexual high of fury passes. He finishes out of duty, or ritual. There's mockery, there's that noir black feel, there's irony, there's a movie poster, and a script on his back. There's lots and lots of imagery that seems so fun and bright stark and predictable. There's notes on his arm and a pain in his ass. You're beaten ( Read more... )

And they tortued him with ballpeen hammers and hot needles as an infant, and they whipped him and beat him with strips from old inner tubes when he got older, and they poured fire ants into his ass when his skin became harder, and fed him small doses of cleaning solutions when they ran out of ideas but not fury. And they peeled off parts of his ( Read more... )

He stood over her, cocked his head to the side. Her small pale face was perfect like a planet, black hair creeping out of the mud, and into her scalp. He shook his head in some pathetic and miserably late pang of self-loathing, that was too far below the surface to make ripples in his brain anyway. If he was more aware, or even less closed off, ( Read more... )

Of course I'm bored with regular sex. I've been masturbating since I was about two years old. When I was seven, I had a friend, Timothy, he was the same age as me; the son of one of my dad's friends. Back before dirty jokes taught us that homoerotic touch was somehow unacceptable, we used to play, while our parents were playing dominoes and ( Read more... )