There was this couch, second floor, very high up building. Technically inside a rehabilitation clinic. Technically you see. I don't wish to bore okay. But this might be a death note. So, the couch was purple, and he told me some far-fetched tale (song-phrased and with his dick in his hand) about the expense of getting it up all those stairs.
"expense?" I say, "what about the exertion?"
He cackles woefully and I hand him some molly and a pill or two of something colourful.
"Girl you are my Sweetest Pea!" he pauses to check I'm still listening, lingering on his hysteria I take a drag of my cigarette. He swallows the lot in one go and something tingles inside me as i see his throat bulge and eyes... oh!
"Praise Allah?" he enunciates, feeling out my vibe; twisting his dick, once, twice, thrice for good luck.
I laugh at his bad luck, I look at the tall ceilings and the glass walls around us, Nurse Krill looking me in the eye as my one drop, two drop, three drop crazy friend falls shoulder crashing onto the floor.
"Dead?" she asks not opening the door. I nod.
"Remove the couch for whoever's next... he shat himself."
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The Delusional Minds
AdventureSweet Pea is a doctor of sorts. she likes drugs and is likely a path (socio). everyones a path in her mind, its killed or be killed. she is one crazy bitch. Care to sit?
