Pineal Discharge

Short stories. Unrelated scenes of violence and bizarre vignettes.
Some(most) of these stories contain graphic violence,sexual content and drug use. Also , lots of fucking language and shit. So yeah , viewer discretion is advised? Not for children. Unless you're one of THOSE children.
Yeah , you know who you are.




I giggle in anticipation. The aroma of his musk is like sweet perfume that drifts through the atmosphere on angel's wings. The air is brisk tonight. He gets into the driver's seat of the Dodge Charger and starts the car. The high beams light up the desert highway like a spotlight. Reno is only a few miles away and we've both got blood on our minds. The moonlight reflects off my silver rimmed glasses like blistering sunlight off snow covered ground , and he notices. He pulls off to the side of the road and we embrace passionately. I force my tongue into his mouth as his strong hands grip my shoulders firmly. After our brief session we continue to Reno. The city's lights are beyond spellbinding with all their intricate colors and designs. We spot a pedestrian. He's a drunk , homeless man who looks quite diseased. My lover's foot presses down firmly on the accelerator. Soon the pedestrian is a mess on the crosswalk. His blood is strewn across our windshield in a series of large globs and flecks. He turns on the windshield wipers and smears the blood and viscera all over the place. Our view is filtered through the now red windshield. We hear sirens , but by now we're outside of Reno again. They'll never catch us. Not as long as He's driving. He can work wonders behind the wheel. Two hours later we stand in a diner , kissing in front of everyone. The disgusted looks on the faces of the patrons amuses us to no end. He pulls a long knife from his pocket , while I brandish an ice pick.

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