hell

they were draining me with their gorgeous faces and the way their body language begged to be fucked up. Turning me on the sniffling late 1980's street punk nose barely bleeding barely breathing. fucking intoxicated infatuated with the taste of whisky as the photographers fingers went deeper in me and as my eyes rolled back I fixed my eyes on a crack in the ceiling of this underground club and for a brief moment i could of sworn i was in hell