Sharif de Sade

He was naturally giddy and morose. Like a cat barking. The belly laughing and bullying to hide something as simple as misdirected impossible love. Watching the hunger devour itself day in and out. The unforgettable smell of decay that seeped from his pores and deep into his mattress and linens. The bizarre blackness of his blue eyes. I don't know what he did but he did something. Fished out the darkness and primed the fear pump. A chaotic evil soiled pants infant who gets his kicks doing coke, sucking big cock, and fucking stalks of celery.