Blah\Blah\Blah|Whine/Whine/Whine

I feel totally drained of everything. Normally I would be in a frenzy of awful AWFUL poetry (see previous posts) and confusing art. But at least I'm numbing everything out with my number one drugs and squashing any hurt into a very dark place no one will look ^_~. 

There aren't enough people like you these days. Everyone wants to make love. That's why I liked you. You just wanted to fuck, and that was perfect. I didn't need kissing and petting, just a few buttons for instant satisfaction. I come, you come. Whatever. Do something else until I want to fuck again.

Now I'm purloining hearts on the opposite end of the scale and it's a shock to the system. This isn't tear-your-goddamn shirt off and go like a pump action shotgun until the inevitable becomes unavoidable. It's slow, calculated fucking that already knows all the secrets. There's a whole new language, I forgot I was bilingual. But there's something to be said for excessive knowledge, I guess. This is good too. 

I don't exactly lack for company. Whore it up, little girl.