presumably-in-no-kuntrol: The look in your eyes my sweet depraved property, it is transcendent. Le petite mort. The life I witness followed by the slow fade into darkness brings warmth to my beast. Feed me. give me more.
presumably-in-no-kuntrol: The look in your eyes my sweet depraved property, it is transcendent. Le petite mort. The life I witness followed by the slow fade into darkness brings warmth to my beast. Feed me. give me more.
