an extremely fucked up person. slayer wrote a good song about him called "213". why 213?? because that was his apartment number where he killed and fucked people.
driving compulsion morbid thoughts come to mind, sexual realease buried deep inside. complete control of a prized possession. to touch and fondle with no objection. lonely souls, an emptiness fulfilled. physical pleasure and addictive thrill. an object of perverted reality. an obsession beyond your wildest dreams. death loves final embrace. your cool tenderness, memories keep love alive, memories will never die.
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