you know what is bliss?

when the board votes 93.4% to send the hell out the person, you hate most.
it is a strange irony, when you own everything, but still need the damn vote.
i am not about being rightful. the deals are closed and the dead man, walking.

when the voice of your retail agent is dark, poisonous sex.
since we got back together he is all about *let us go steady, babe*
and not fuck it up like four hundreds times before this time. argh.

there is a loyalty, a good sex, a tattoo with an alchemical sun.
what else do i possibly need?

how i love that deep, closed tone of his voice.
i love that voice, that shows a broken, unsaved soul. never changing.
but still it is somehow impossibly enchanting to hold it in your hands.
...
my new neighbor is highly related to the mafia.
should i go bake a strawberry cake or just give out some vinyl bags?

hey, i am friendly.
i just have a lot of curves.