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rocknroll is not dead i fucked
him last night he had dyed his
hair blonde gotten a new tattoo
words from a dead witch written
in an unknown language he was
full of a bright golden energy and
his cock tasted solar like a day
crushing you with its zenith-high
scorn and spit he roared like a
tiger and i rode him as such he
took all i gave and smiled the
sweetest smile when i and him
stopped to breathe crawled against
me and ran his hands on the
same arms that had beaten him
black blue but above all red and
whispered in my neck
"they all look for me in the wrong places....
i dance to other tunes now, i fight
other demons, mines long made peace
with, the world's ones evershifting are
the ones to crush...
fuck me again."


let me tell you
he was far from dead