Shit Damn Motherfucker! (part three)

Exclamation of the moment put into words;

SHIT DAMN MOTHERFUCKER!!!

oozing out of every pore as she ate me

it was a horrible time to be alive but a great time to die.  cold zombie hands grip nubile young flesh in an orgy of perversion and dead fish flesh.  Here was the only chance to be a real DAREDEVIL and his was inside a mind and hers was inside a mind and together theirs was a mind that could speak between lines until the age and the decay eventually took his mind away.  Was it a SPIRIT that called to me?? Was their a voice behind death??  I wish there was was something surreal wish there was something drew but I'll be FRANK with you, all talent for art slipped away pretty early in the whole scheme of things so get me a drink from the fucking pay bar and then hold me upside down and then pour the goddamn drink down my ass so that I can obliterate this moment a little more quickly.  Talent is illusion.  Fame is a dream of the weak willed.  Get past the taste and suck your own cock you big mouth whore.