Krummholz

: Crooked Abstractions :
Shadow self #1

Shadow self #1

"You don’t know this isn’t just a game with him. He’s toying with you. Rationing out the facts.”
"You think he does it because he gets off on it?"
"No, I think he does it because you do."

"You don’t know this isn’t just a game with him. He’s toying with you.
Rationing out the facts.”

"You think he does it because he gets off on it?"

"No, I think he does it because you do."

"So for once in my life, Let me get what I want
Lord knows it would be the first time.”

"So for once in my life, Let me get what I want

Lord knows it would be the first time.”

"Oh, my sacred one."

"Oh, my sacred one."

“There is a light, and it never goes out.”

There is a light, and it never goes out.”

Pretend you don’t owe me a thing   
and maybe we’ll roll out of here,   
leaving the past stacked up behind us;
old newspapers nobody’s ever got to read again. 
Pretend you don’t owe me a thing   
and maybe we’ll roll out of here,   
leaving the past stacked up behind us;
old newspapers nobody’s ever got to read again. 
I’m the same size, shape, make as twenty years ago,   
but get inside me, start the engine;   
you’ll have the strength, the will to move.   
I’ll pull, you push, we’ll tear each other in half.
Come on, baby, lay me down on my back.   
I’m the same size, shape, make as twenty years ago,   
but get inside me, start the engine;   
you’ll have the strength, the will to move.   
I’ll pull, you push, we’ll tear each other in half.
Come on, baby, lay me down on my back.   
You keep me waiting in a truck
with its one good wheel stuck in the ditch,   
while you piss against the south side of a tree.
Hurry. I’ve got nothing on under my skirt tonight.   
That still excites you, but this pickup has no windows   
and the seat, one fake leather thigh,   
pressed close to mine is cold.   
You keep me waiting in a truck
with its one good wheel stuck in the ditch,   
while you piss against the south side of a tree.
Hurry. I’ve got nothing on under my skirt tonight.   
That still excites you, but this pickup has no windows   
and the seat, one fake leather thigh,   
pressed close to mine is cold.