Empire Of The Senseless

“Its very unfortunate, my definition of virus seems to differ from the rest of the world. It’s difficult to explain. The unfortunate part is for the world. I am perfectly happy, boundless, free. It’s a shame, but to speak frankly, I couldn’t give a fuck. It’s a damn shame! Surely. But it isn’t my fate. Nor is it my responsibility to save. Your sickness is a mental state. A state of mind is murdering the masses, is what I think. A silent sadistic fate.” The woman is staring at me stupidly. She doesn’t know what to say. She never knows what to say. I suppose I am taking myself home tonight. I cant seem to keep my fucking mouth closed for the better part of a dinner party to land myself a date. But, honestly, I’m tired of shoving my truth in the darkest corner of my room and walking out my door without a voice. I have to take them home eventually. If they want their tongue lapping up the mess they’ve left on my inner thighs, than they’ll just have to be star struck by my mouth from the start. I know whom I am se