no lube, no protection, all night all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the church, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, while i gasp for air and scream the lord's prayer, till his ears come off, till theres no more sperm left to dispense.











Everytime I look at Vincents eyes I see Luka's eyes instead of the gray blind eyes Vincent used to have. Its painful everytime I look at him. The smile reminds me of Lukas too which makes it even worse each time. I know that was the point of having Vincent and Lukas switch eyes but still I just can't find it not incredibly sad when Lukas deserves so much and hes just gone. This story just makes me wanna cry and its not even a sad chapter...