ＣＯＭＥ ＯＮＥ ， ＣＯＭＥ ＡＬＬ ！ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＭＡＤＭＡＮ＇Ｓ ＭＥＮＴＡＬ ＭＯＲＧＵＥ ， the very last stop on the looney bin express ! step forth into this abominable blight of 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕 - 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 & 𝚖𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗, crazies and nut-jobs all SHIT INTO EXISTENCE and left festering in the rotted wound that is gotham’s TRAUMATIZED sphincter. it is a fun house ! a MAZE OF MIRRORS haunted by ghosts far too ugly to witness their own repugnant reflection, or too stupid to recognize the bloated bimbos staring back. we are a freak-show of sterile fat women & spastic crack babies weaned on daddy’s alcoholic rage, desperate. no, BEGGING ——— for mommy’s candy - cane kisses on our boo-boo’s but met with a belt and the neighbor man’s heavy, primal gaze. it is a twisted production of super - psychos and dirty, little men with their dirty, little secrets hiding a guilt - riddled shame behind their dirty, little hands. IT IS DISGUSTING, REVOLTING, AND OH, SO. . . PERFECT! this is my very own little shop of horrors, ＆ Ｉ. ＬＯＶＥ. ＥＶＥＲＹ. ＭＩＮＵＴＥ. ＯＦ ＩＴ．
❝ oh, say it ain’t so. . . 〔 SNIIIIIIIIIIFFFFF! 〕 oohhhh, my, my, my. . . if it isn’t the big, bad, bumbling, bat! what brings you here, miss lil’ ole’ me ? isn’t the same, chasing two - bit thugs and little, plump penguins with self - esteem issues, huh ? face it, daddy-o, they wan’t what we have. and you know what they say ! imitation is the best form of lunacy. oooooh, i’ve missed us, bats. i was beginning to think you were gonna leave me here to rot. . . ‘n that wouldn’t be very nice now, right ? ❞
heavy metals clink to scarred wrists, writhing and twisting the beautiful flowers and a starry night sky carved into acid - wash flesh with the knife-work of a cross - eyed halfwit. oh, how the bat likes playing unfair. ❝ what’s on the menu tonight ? a little bondage, another conjugal visit. . . hmmmm, what say you take these cuffs off me ‘n we go have ourselves a little quickie on ole day’s corpse, eh ? i hear he likes to watch. ｈｅＨＥｈᗴ𝐇𝒆Ｈｅｈ𝐄Ｈ. . . ❞
@gothemite : conjugal visit 01.