i dedicate this righteous ritual of crying and masturbating (the same evanescent memory of you tugging at my hair as i hark the guttural sound of chorus choir emitting from your throat)
to the lurid angelical with salacious thoughts and a sainthood you must protect: i drank half a bottle of nyquil to drown sanctified sorrows but now i feel like im descending into an overdosage of YOU
