still. bleeding.

did i tell you about the morning when i got high and had a split screen with jesus christ superstar (which was horrifyingly bad. deeply disturbing. i know. don't ask.) on the right and twink porn on the left and had them both playing at the same time and how it all fit together perfectly? even when one porn ended, the next fit just as well. moments of silence in JCS met with heightened moaning. scene changes even paired perfectly with position changes.
a rolling wave of sonic and visual pleasure and pain across my screen, back and forth.

i had no idea such magic was possible, in all the universe.
i'm sure there's some scientific explanation.
perhaps that should be my life's ambition, outside of grinding a broken wine stem into the back of my hand.

good fucking fuck a baby himalayan
i could actually feel my heart pull its way forward in my chest to be closer to the screen.
totally reminds me of a mildly amused alcoholic old man.