i'm worried about the prince who dwells alone and loves alone and thrives in pain alone and now is very unoral alone.

dear friend.

all i have to offer are sexual side effects. an orgasm? it's what we depressed folk call anesthetic. answered prayer silently whispered in your ear under a pillow... or a caution.

fuck.

what can i say when he is irresponsible as me? what can i say when life just sucks most of the time when you are living the life of a hider?

i would like to play doctor and make it all better but my luck i am the demon that created hell for all of the once cured. the once vital. maybe perhaps i wonder have i ruined it all for everyone over and over?

i doubt i have the power. but that is the first symptom. denial. by admitting my trespasses i'm not fixing anything.

that's why the answers i offer come by on knees. mouth wide. eyes open. or shut.

whatever.

there just is no way out sometimes.

sometimes the ties are tied so you just cry.

or sometimes you are tied so you decide to go with the flow and keep it horny.

it's all a matter of perspective.