Yeah, my fuckin' dick and fat balls, too, but I don't hear you asking about that shit. I feel everything. ( something snags in their connection, kitten claws in your nice warm sweater, uniquely pissed off in only a way quentin's insufferable ass can make him. everything is a big word. he almost retches over it again, right in the garden. in the silence: wheezing, weeping. fuck the mud. fuck quentin.
he slams the door, rattles back in under the cracks in castrated text. )
come kill me
come kill me
come kill me or i'm taking all of them, nikolai and felipe and nancy and everyone you've ever fuckin loved here, somewhere you or the duchess or her whole army of mutant spiders won't ever find, i'll lay them to rest in itty bitty chopped liver pieces, i'll cum in their fucking skulls and bring you back what grows
no subject
he slams the door, rattles back in under the cracks in castrated text. )
come kill me
come kill me
come kill me or i'm taking all of them, nikolai and felipe and nancy and everyone you've ever fuckin loved here, somewhere you or the duchess or her whole army of mutant spiders won't ever find, i'll lay them to rest in itty bitty chopped liver pieces, i'll cum in their fucking skulls and bring you back what grows
come kill me you fucking cunt