Cuddling

Oh, how nostalgia cuddles the lonely ones, reminding them that times were better and will never be the same. Those fuzzy lines hide grotesque details; those smells rise off corpses not pies. That whore may have the hips of a mother, but she long since became everyone’s lover. And, she gets off on the thought of little Oedipus.

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