@pearlsten cont. x
‘ fuck, honey. didn’t mean to make you wanna cry? oh. jeez. ’ laughter lissom of bitch, whore, elysian lifted delights of schadenfreude, her tragedy a PETTY HUMOUR to moll, mutt, child of blithe mettle and dubious morale: ( her sin is worn as a corsage, here is rue, here is roses, red, and this is dill, for lust. ) garlands worn like tiaras, SHE IS THE QUEEN OF RATS AND WANTON FILTH, starved, her people, her parish. nymph-bitch all giggles, substance swelling a ruddy complexion as she harks ‘pon audience. one man’s trash is anothers treasure, YET she thinks to herself a solace for girl, kin, and settles cruel mirth in grace of sobriety – forced. ‘ ...aaaah. look. i gotta plan. ok? there’s a bathroom over there. you get up. i get behind. cover that shit up. ha! and i’ll help you wipe it off. yeah. I’LL TOUCH YOUR ASS FOR FREE. good idea? yeah, it’s t’best fuckin’ idea. come on. dont sit there and–– fucking cry about it. ’














