Thursday, October 10, 2013

Electronic Seduction

He was revulsion concentrate, and I wanted to fuck up so badly.

He was even in the air; reeking of cheap vinyl and moldy basements (master pleather, miasmic overlord), and I wasn't quite sure, but I thought:

Trust in lust. (Or what I later came to discover was the rhythmic palpitations of synthpop.)

E-e-e-electronic seduction.

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