2018-08-12 at 6:21 AM UTC
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
Karen is one, Karen is many
Your body is the canvas on which the world was painted
I have to take you with me to where I go after I die
I dreamt I was painting you but, in truth, I was painting every woman everywhere, for you had billions of faces
Your hair woven into clouds hanging overhead, your skin the soil we will all be reduced to, your eyes seas that drown thrashing immigrants under your wrathful sky
I’d marry you at last, and establish dominion in that realm so that all who die must come before us and be laid bare for judgment
You, Madonna, Theresa, my mother, plus many more, and even my sister, in a horrible way
All creation is but a laborious weaving of your beauty through time
I will damn my kindred and enemies alike with a vengeance until you and I alone reside together in paradise
2018-08-12 at 6:46 AM UTC
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
Suppose that I was, would you fuck me?
2018-08-12 at 6:56 AM UTC
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
How about I take you out to dinner first and make you feel like a woman? I'll tell my father whatever you want.