imagine being a dead animal on the side of the road just laying there decaying and people in cars just keep passing you and passing you and passing you and passing you and
Fuck, marry, kill: the thing that watches you from the corner of your eye, the thing that followed you home, and the thing that wants to wear your skin
someone sticking their hand into an open wound on my stomach and feeling around in me would be erotic enough to make me cum even without organs being erogenous zones