The Likes of the Same {Lance // Blitz}
Sept 16, 2017 14:26:23 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Sept 16, 2017 14:26:23 GMT -5
Charlie Smith
Unkempt, decaying walls construct every support of this dying warehouse – though internally, it’s life will forever strive onward. Delicate, breathtaking women and men strut their half-naked bodies across every hall, and flutter amongst every communal room. There was a time when I was amongst them, desperate for any path that led to success for the substances I crave even to this day. Fortunately, now the sweetness of my sinister voice collects an abundance of money for my need of every bottle and pill. And yet, upon my free nights from the shackles of caring for little siblings or caroling my tunes for tips, I discover myself still within the company of these misfits I will always be a part of.
There’s no neglecting that my entire minimal wardrobe is still consumed by scandalize clothing, but I manage to dress apart from the workers roaming these demonic parts…though I still the occasional receive a request, flattering. And I’m not even seeking for the likes of purchased entertainment either. It’s simply that these under-dressed people, and the beasts that wander this place in guarding, are the ones I truly get along with. Plus, if One’s in the need of protection, and no beasts is sniffing to the disrespectful scene, I appreciate scuffing up my knuckles for someone who’s shoes I were once in. When a Youngster is scanning these parts with business of either side however, my fondness swiftly fades.
“I think you may be in the wrong place, sweetheart – the club warehouse is down the street.” I tease him in a bit of a demanding manner. Innocent cheeks do not belong in here, even if mine were as round as his’ when I first stumbled into this very place. He must be kicked out.
