FOOL.S.GOLD
10.11.20
We are as much our Dragons as we are our own Towers and Princesses.
On this particular day, I am the whore of Babylon sticking fingers in pussy pies. Imperia Cognati crushing pomegranate seeds against the roof of my mouth. That POP of juice, that squirt coating your tongue with sweetness. Or is it sourness? I couldn’t tell. I was busy screaming “FUCK THE POLICE!” while some white boy fucked me against a cop car.
And what a handsome specimen of protest.