Why is it when I drink I get meloncholy and cold, but mostly cold...lol
I had forgotten how great it felt to burn. The smell of flesh and hair burning instantly under the heat from the molten metal of my lighter. My arm, but only the left one, is awash with the scars of years of self multilation and torment. I knew with my last gf that I was modifying my behavior when I gave up the act of masochism, but I replaced it with a love of erotic strangulation. Now I am free to be myself again.
I have to be careful though, don't want the corporate fatheads to realize their beloved general manager has a dark side when he isn't at work. *evil smirk*
-Robert
