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Kitti, the Unstoppable Hex Machine

...and a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries...

Knife.
photography, Kitti, art, me, kink
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Still. Not. Cutting.

Although, it's getting to the point where everything else is coming out of the woodwork. I crave H more and more... and promiscuity is starting to slink back into my mind. I can't function, mentally, without the drink and the amount of morphine I've consumed in a week should have taken me 2 months.

Is all this really better than the blade?
Am I just fooling myself again? Why the hell should I keep fighting for the life my parents wanted for me? I have no problem with being a drunken, drug addled doley artist.

Need pub.
And K....

Meh.