The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
She sashays into the clearing like a supermodel on a Milan catwalk, leather fuck me boots sewn into her thighs, piercings from her clitoris to her nipples, and her eyelids sewn open for that constant look of surprise.
“Don’t bore me with sorrow darling, I don’t care to know it!”
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The intricacies of my insanity 