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inspirational quotesone:inspirational quotes by theladypilot
“get out of bed. your socks are dry and the cabinets are moist. get out of bed. the cereal bowl hasn’t been cleaned and you’re starving. get out of bed. death’s preaching and curling around the corner like it’s doomsday. just prowling. waiting for you. get out of bed. get out of bed. get out of bed.”
“love? not a battlefield. not those bullshit quotes you see lovers go glide in the park together and twist their arms and entwine. love is a theoretical term. it’s not the movies. i want you to fuck me.
thin and hard.
i want you to fuck me brilliantly. against the shutters. you will press me against the tip of the world and i will show you what gore is. what macabre has not been in years. my clit will run against your dick. it will be a work of art. picasso would be proud. dali would take a second glance. sparks will fly.
love is a theoretical term. you do not grow old together. you will not grow old together. you will die a h
the instruction manual to cleaning the body I:the instruction manual to cleaning the body by theladypilot
Ask me how I get bloodstains out of the tub.
The secret ingredient is: you wash her hair first. It goes down the drain and the maroon wilts and swirls like a streaming river. The beauty of it is you get to bathe in red, then. The beauty of it is: you cleaned her. It rinses the dread and it’s washed anything despicable her skin has carried. That she’s carried.
She’s beautiful again, rolling in jewels.
Ask me how to sterilize it, how to wash the blood from existence.
Two gallons of Hydrogen Peroxide. Carbona Stain Devils. Enzyme solvent. You use a fogger to stiffen it all. Baking soda and vinegar. You buy a bouquet of roses.
Ask me how I catch her first. Ask me when I name her Abigail.
Her body is a canvas. Her body is an illustrious canvas to paint, to conquer. I enhance it. You want to make it as mesmerizing as possible. Ask me how.
You cut off the weak parts.