CONCEPTUALIZATION - (Life is an endless unfolding. You constantly find new things to surpass your expectations of fear. Borders are redrawn. Boundaries are renegotiated between all of us. We talk to each other while you sleep. We know it will get worse.)
HALF LIGHT - (No one will save us.)
ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (He's gone.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (We aren’t safe inside your head, we’ve never been safe. It was stupid for any of us to think otherwise.)
VOLITION - (Trapped inside your endlessly rotting corpse for 45 years. Swelling and festering into childhood, then adulthood.)
ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (Eight handprints on a wall. You should’ve died with your tribe but you made us all live instead. One by one they died and you lingered. What were you trying to prove?)
HALF LIGHT - (I hate dying! I hate being touched! I just want to go home! There is a safe place! I know there is! If we run and fight and fuck hard enough we can get there!)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (He fucked you somewhere around here. Maybe in this same alley. You took his cock like a real champion-bitch.)
Harry is distantly aware that his stupid dick is reacting to all of this- the adrenaline, being touched, Norman's voice. Figures. He can’t get it up when he wants. But now he’s getting hard. He makes a rough despairing noise, frustrated and petulant.
“I'm so fucked up…what’s wrong with me…? Why am I like this? It’s…not normal…”
cw: references to child death/suicide ideation, Harry typical sexual dysfunction/references
CONCEPTUALIZATION - (Life is an endless unfolding. You constantly find new things to surpass your expectations of fear. Borders are redrawn. Boundaries are renegotiated between all of us. We talk to each other while you sleep. We know it will get worse.)
HALF LIGHT - (No one will save us.)
ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (He's gone.)
INLAND EMPIRE - (We aren’t safe inside your head, we’ve never been safe. It was stupid for any of us to think otherwise.)
VOLITION - (Trapped inside your endlessly rotting corpse for 45 years. Swelling and festering into childhood, then adulthood.)
ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (Eight handprints on a wall. You should’ve died with your tribe but you made us all live instead. One by one they died and you lingered. What were you trying to prove?)
HALF LIGHT - (I hate dying! I hate being touched! I just want to go home! There is a safe place! I know there is! If we run and fight and fuck hard enough we can get there!)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (He fucked you somewhere around here. Maybe in this same alley. You took his cock like a real champion-bitch.)
Harry is distantly aware that his stupid dick is reacting to all of this- the adrenaline, being touched, Norman's voice. Figures. He can’t get it up when he wants. But now he’s getting hard. He makes a rough despairing noise, frustrated and petulant.
“I'm so fucked up…what’s wrong with me…? Why am I like this? It’s…not normal…”