What can an addict do when her addiction lies prone before her, begging to be swallowed. Tell me how to quell the lust for my obsession. Tell me the secret to the simplest, sweetest word: No. Admission is what governs my desires and 6 feet below couldn't hold down my phallic greed. I am titanic and yet weaker than even the simplest desire. It's unearthly beauty in my mind and I am spellbound by its traction in reality. I place the cuffs on myself and with a glint in my eye I show you the key over there on the history books. Funny - and with a hit of desire I am happy - You ignored it too. I suddenly forgive myself the hangover. I am a natural born addict. Yes. A natural fool. Yes. Lips parted. Yes.
08.10
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