I hate safe sleazy. I am going to put my thumbs in his eye sockets and eat his tongue, rip it out of his mouth with my teeth. Every time I see safe sleazy I feel calm because I know that everything leading up to our encounter is unimportant, it’s filler. What I’m going to do to him and the mark I will leave on him, forever, is a foregone conclusion. I hate safe sleazy because I know that I complete him, and when I complete him it will be an act of love
