Is it more about love then about pictures now? Am I a human being yet, rather than just a pair of tits?
I used to want to cut myself. I used to want hurt myself very badly because I could not stand living in a world without love…
I had no father. And my mom was drunk everyday.
All I had was my brother and then God killed him.
God in the form of some beat up old station wagon, driven by another drunk, that didn’t stop at the bottom of a hill and slammed into my brother on his motor cycle. My brother was wearing a helmet. He still died. Obviously God had to be responsible for that.
Oh yeah. I believed in God. I believed he was the meanest, cruelest most powerful being in the universe for doing that to me.
I started dressing in black to hide in shadows and I started to wrap myself in shadows for protection. I wanted to blend in with shadows and disappear in darkness.
Darkness is the danger. Not God.
But I had to go all the way through the darkness. I had to be dropped in the bog. Get beaten up. One night I was so high on junk that Mr. Rockstar sold me for fifty bucks to a "friend" of his for a joke.
I screwed this guy so good he gave Mr. Rockstar another hundred and we all laughed.
Like that was the funniest thing in the world…
Yeah, I wanna see pictures of hot, naked chicks!
