I need some anti-fascist films, I need to de-tox my mind. French films or explosions, art house entropy, a breath of dark edged humour. Work is a meandering river of pointless conversation and young child disasters that have never occurred to me. “My bf broke ^ wit me!! NE hot boys here who want a sexy 12 year old? I want a rope, not a thick one, but one for bondage. I want to tie these children to chairs and stuff their mouths with candied rags. Then I want to put them in a room with a screen. Let them be aware that there are others there. Then let them be AWARE. Use drugs if you need, but let it be learning. Let them out after an hour, let them free.
Sex and drugs aren’t getting us anywhere today, instead it’s sex and words. Trapped, my love, in these digital wires. I’ll tie your wrists, bind them with letters made of the most passionate steel. It’s a blood-sport. I want you to shiver from heat. I want ice to spark in your eyes. I’m going to get it. I’m going to take it. You’ll die when you finally see me dancing.