She needed to feel in order to fuck. When she looked in the mirror, physiotherapist she saw what other people wanted her to think. Her hair was crimson down her waist. A roboraven sat on her shoulder. Its blue eyes blinked like icicles. It told her she was the loveliest liar.
“Jesus doesn’t want me for a stunbeam,” Spock spoke. He was the coldest killer in the galaxy. He shot first and didn’t even edit the video to make it seem like he was a good guy. He sat alone in barrooms, just waiting for someone to pick a fight with him. He played Slayer’s “Angel of Death” on the jukebox.
There’s a cage in Heaven where they keep the most beautiful birds. Heaven is a nightclub in Costa Rica. All the rich bitches and coldhearts dance there. It’s almost like amphetamine salts evaporated on their tongues. Osmosis of the soul. You look in their eyes and you won’t see anything there.
The man with white/blond hair has the emptiest eyes. He might have replaced his irises with mirrors, so that you could only see yourself when you looked inside. He thought it was a sin to get close to anyone. His name was Jack King. He’d killed four women before but he didn’t regret a thing.
