threestares

The more that I think about it, the more lovely the idea of shagging the hell out of a demon becomes...

I feel less lonely when I wrestle with demons. Right now, I'd like to lie back and let one have her way with me.

I sense that I understand what you're expressing, but I know that I can offer no intelligent comments related to the feeling of screaming without a voice... What does one do when she feels that way?
I do not know any longer.

Oh wait, I remember now.
I wrote poetry. I filled notebooks with it...
How sad it is that I have forgotten how I came to be this way...