And then,

Amethyst
Amethyst
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read

Nanocephalous slave of Carobs.
Purge thy soul
Extract confession, drop by drop
watch organic essence float, dirty atop.
Shake, thine eyes white
Degaz, degaz, degaz.
Ignite the bubbles, eat half thy face off
Distill essence, bleed on it, inject to brain
Filter confession, bake in oven
Dry, dry, dry
Sous pression de vide
Snuff the whites of human lie, feel them settle behind thy eyes.
Walk into a knife, six sixty six times.
This is how an atheist is made.

Amethyst

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Amethyst

Loves the smell of Amber, Tar, dried Absinthe and wood. Has a knack for describing what vaginas taste like.

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