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I'm 28 today. I survived Kurt Cobain. Now I live to 34 and experience Layne Staley. and then GG Allin will catch up with his 43.

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insanelayne · 20 hours ago

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MAX: Leaning against the sink, I looked at my half-dead reflection in the mirror, fogged up from my breath.

the fuck did you do?

The dim light aged my face, showing all the flaws of my sunken face, bloody from my nose. I leaned under the stream to wash my face, to come to my senses for a second. Flashbacks of the previous night flashed before my eyes: Mitch's last breath and my detached reaction. I felt like crap.

- How do you stand yourself, Max? You torment everyone like a festering abscess. - I am ready to share with you the grief that I brought myself. Someone will be saved. - I get it, you are an angel. - Yes sir, my friend. Prepare for the worst.

My love for her is a weight that is dragging us both to the bottom, and I am a fucking egoist who will not let her either go down with me or rise into the air. She is small like a fish, she is gasping for air, and I am like a siren, dragging her. I don’t even need to say anything, she is following me herself, and this scares me. And no matter what kind of asshole I am, I will not let her go.

The snoring on my neck, the naked body, glowing with heat from the ppm in my blood, excited my imagination. I had been thinking all night long that it would be better to fuck this beauty all night long than to do what I did. All I want to do is rip her clothes off, piece by piece, remove the chitin that has formed during my absence, peel off her skin, crawling with bloody fingers into the most secret places, reaching the depths of her soul. I want to get into the very insides, shake out all the doubts that she has lived with since she got involved with me again. Mon ami, greet me with loud moans, I will lick your wounds clitorally. I just eat pussy, other people need food.

GIE: I noticed that Max was shaking slightly, his expression was distant, thoughtful. It was as if he was not here at all, although just a couple of minutes ago, being inside me… I know all the tricks and phrases he uses to get what he wants. His manipulations worked… before, when I looked at him with my mouth open. But times have changed, and so have I. I need him, I need him every day, while I breathe, but I need my healthy self more.

MAX: A little time has passed since the reunion, the credit of trust is still at zero, and there is nowhere to get it from. Even though we live together, she is busy with her own affairs, studying and meeting with friends, and I am busy with mine. Having met at night, we fuck and go to bed. Doesn't this seem forced? I'm a little afraid that she doesn't know what she wants.

As soon as we left the house, the nagging started. I didn't understand if she really wanted this or if she didn't fucking need it anymore. Why then? For what? I know for a fact that I want to be with her, but I see confusion in her eyes. Suitcase in the trunk, I stretch out my hand and look into her sad eyes. Are we going?

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insanelayne · 2 days ago

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MAX: Describe Mitch Kalani? Everyone knows Raoul Duke from Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. That character describes him best.

This damn wizard put dozens of people in intensive care, and God knows how many in the grave. At least, I have known for several years about 3 cases with a fatal outcome of one minor. The problem is that he tried to poison my friend. And I won't let that go.

JOAQUIN: Max told me that my poisoning was not an isolated incident. A few years ago, a teenage chick who belonged to a local cult or something like that died at the hands of a bartender. A parishioner, fucking hell xx And she wasn't alone, apparently. The fact that the guy poisoned me is a fucking joke. My head was blown away by the words about her. You can talk shit about me - I don't give a shit, but don't you dare, bitch, talk shit about my woman. Not about Behr, and especially not about Morgan, you're such a bastard. With one blow I knocked him to the floor, kneeling in his lower back, pinning him to the floor and pressing hard on his neck until he started groaning, trying to tell me his cool story about what was happening back then.

MAX: Trouble came out of nowhere. We need to get away.

JOAQUIN: I can't describe what I felt when Max told me about Kylie in detail, it just doesn't fit my understanding and worldview. I've always been against violence as such, my whole life, I've never laid a finger on anyone. Unless it was for a reason, of course. Villareal had been in it since childhood, and instead of a rattle he had shell casings from his dad's rifle. The guy's psyche is so broken that he talks about what happened without a shred of empathy, as if it was a normal thing for him, like going out for bread.

MAX: There's nothing to be done about it, fate, like Beethoven, knocks knock-knock. I'm like a lantern, but I radiate darkness - I hit with troubles from both hands. When I pour myself a vodka, everyone gets scared. I'm as unpleasant as a German attack at four in the morning, like pre-dawn shots. You can hide as much as you want, I'll still find you. I hold a gun to his temple, empathy doesn't exist. A bent spoon, a lighter, dirty snow and a substance: boiled, injected into swollen veins. He almost immediately "got high", and vomit and blood flowed down his chin, sprinkling his clothes and the floor beneath him. To each his own. I am truly ashamed of your human race. All questions to the Lord, I have my own movement here. All claims to him, only to him.

JOAQUIN: I was in a daze all night, and I still haven't realized what we've done. I knew it would hit me in the head sooner or later. Sirin with a dog's head. He came down from the sky, lured me in and made me chop off my head. Ungrateful dog! The rooftop overlooked Windenburg, but I didn't want to look at the city at all. Jack, poured down my throat, hit my brain, I looked into the distance, catching the windows of the houses on the island lighting up. I look at these two guys: despondency and soot. We once separated, and now we're together again. Step by step. I can't justify this act even by the fact that it was for myself, fucking hell.

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insanelayne · 2 days ago

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