on Nov 25, 2015
I find meself in the most direous of narrow inroads... more crooked than straight, indeed. I have been cursed! A woman bends her will to my very dreams. Insidious and relentlessly touching upon alpha and beta like the tide of the sea in storm. She mocks me with her imagined scent so like peaches and heavy cream, warmly, flakey buttery crust topped with crystals of oversized sugarcane... Making me hungry... no ravenous! Immediately upon waking. I am in need, witches! Please do offer generous help to myself as I forgot nd meself heavier by the day.