bluemanedlion
Crunch, crunch, it's so salty and sweet. It looks like the infinity symbol grew legs and tried to walk away, but it was was too late and we crunch crunched it until it was nothing but crumbs.
The blows rained down on her face, her arms, her legs. Thick, cherry red bruises and purple marks blossomed over her body until she was nothing but pain. Nothing but pain and rage and then there was darkness.
A housewife is kind and loving and shows her children nothing but joy. A housewife is bitter and angry and fins nothing in life but dead-ends and wasted chances. She sits alone once her husband's gone to work and she reminisces to the dog," Fight while you have the chance little pup."
Dirty carpets and cheap whores, the scent of smoke and poker tables. We sat around and fucked and played and drank every day until we died. We did something no one else did, we lived.
The wasteland is a wonderful place. It's a place where society's refuse is taken and vomited into the land, where the world expels every bit of loathing and hatred, and shit that it's accumulated over it's years of life, and the wasteland, that philanthropic god, accepts everything without judgement.