Meanwhile, there’s me, all the way on the right, looking all serial-killery standing next to Nathan.
So Viciously Fucked
You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
Meanwhile, there’s me, all the way on the right, looking all serial-killery standing next to Nathan.
I’m sorry, but I laughed for fifteen minutes out loud over that.