@lsyuexsnsvsge.bsky.social . . .

in another universe i am a woman with red hair and hair drills.

" it's pretty good, though i know better places. " dorsia, perhaps four seasons even. " the food here is decent. "

" do i? " reaching for a napkin in a practised, natural manner before leaning back and wiping his face. a charming smile presented as he puts the napkin down. an embarrassing slip up to have.

i don't need viagra.

<~~~ @lsyuexsnsvsge.bsky.social

the only one who needs viagra is you.

you're going in the cuck chair.

i wanted her bones, her blood, her tissues, the sinews that bound her together. i would have held her next to me though time had stripped away the tones and textures of her skin.

so far as feelings were concerned, there was no discrepancy between the very finest feeling in this world and the very worst; that their effect was the same; that no visible difference existed between murderous intent and feelings of deep compassion.

' i ' and ' me ' are also pronouns.

anything to address yourself or others, including your name, jack.

i have a new plan : to go mad

I simply am not there.

I lied. I cheated. I bribed men to cover the crimes of other men. I am an accessory to murder. But the most damaging thing of all... I think I can live with it... I can live with it.

drop of a hat she's as willing, as playful as a pussycat.

my mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage.

@jacksninthrule.bsky.social at dorsia, for the appetiser, you'll order the whipped cod roe with padrón peppers and lemon oil. the duck rillette with fig and agro dolce for the entree.

Heart, lungs, liver, nerves

at three. make sure you arrive on time.

of course i managed to get a reservation. wear that nice white shirt of yours, with the charcoal jacket.

Society? Don't you mean yourself?

to see human beings in agony, to see them covered in blood and hear their death groans, makes people humble.

of course. they have new specials at dorsia as well. make sure you're properly dressed.

clean yourself up. and keep the smoking for your lunch break.

you look like a mess, jack.

I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it's true. and I don't want to spend my whole life, just waiting for you.