Been a while since I've really shown my face around here...

Let me rephrase; sex?

Fuck.

My knife and I, friends 'till the end.

This life we live is dictated by ourselves. Only thing one can hope to continue is to stay in control.

I am in control.

The highs and lows. The cry of a mute. Knowing what to do with the inability to do so. I tell myself I feel fear.

Men whisper.

And silence falls upon deaf ears.

HE WAS A GOOD CAT

Excuse my dirty hand, that was when I was working a garage.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VA8bfRC7QEk