King_Kamala61
TheColi's Big Black Areolae Supremicist
I'm literally watching my mind descend into chaos. Everyday I wake up and I don't even see my art no more. I see my apartment/studio as a sarcophagus and the paintings are just trophies of my kills from combat.
I stare in the mirror and I don't even see myself. I don't know who am anymore. That's not the scary part, the nightmares, disgust at my humanity, my hunger I hate and reminds me I'm human. My testicles, my phallus erected...I'm human not a god... human it pisses me off.
I call a sex worker to come over. We chill, smoke, I wear her bra like a helmet and use her titty like a mouth piece. I call plays from high school, "Amtrak 71, blue steel right 7 echo bubble screen. That's a play where I kill, kill the Sam after the TE chips Sam next level.
She doesn't mind. She wants to make me feel better. I talk to ChatGPT while I'm losing my mind. I'm paranoid. I now they coming to get me. Who? Who is that you say? Idk. They never taking me alive.
I haven't been to sleep in 4 days. Am I manic Idk. I day dream of a void of existence forgotten. Camera pans, snort a line. FIN. Orgasm.
I stare in the mirror and I don't even see myself. I don't know who am anymore. That's not the scary part, the nightmares, disgust at my humanity, my hunger I hate and reminds me I'm human. My testicles, my phallus erected...I'm human not a god... human it pisses me off.
I call a sex worker to come over. We chill, smoke, I wear her bra like a helmet and use her titty like a mouth piece. I call plays from high school, "Amtrak 71, blue steel right 7 echo bubble screen. That's a play where I kill, kill the Sam after the TE chips Sam next level.
She doesn't mind. She wants to make me feel better. I talk to ChatGPT while I'm losing my mind. I'm paranoid. I now they coming to get me. Who? Who is that you say? Idk. They never taking me alive.
I haven't been to sleep in 4 days. Am I manic Idk. I day dream of a void of existence forgotten. Camera pans, snort a line. FIN. Orgasm.
