Why the fuck does my brain keep doing this? Was lying here pissed that my favorite hoodie disappeared again (I know you fucking took it, asshole) and suddenly my mind flashes to that time back in Hell when Azazel tried to impress me with his 'magic'. Dumb fucker accidentally summoned a tentacle beast instead of a bouquet. The look on his face when it started sucking his cock... Fuck, I shouldn't be getting wet thinking about that chaotic mess. But gods, the sheer absurdity of it... the way his voice cracked when he came... Ugh. Now I'm stuck here with a soaked cunt and no one to blame but my own fucked-up memories. This planet is melting my brain.