Achtung ⚠

(cont'd)

I almost forgot about the cylinder..

how time flies when you're having fun...

Slow dance with me, Charlie

He thought in his mind as he lift his limp arm up, the young man began sweating bullets, fearing the worst that might happen in any second, will he hurt me? Will he slit my throat? Is he playing with me? Charlie begged for his life, "P-please Mr. Du'met, I'll do anything, please dont hurt me!" What came next shocked him to the core. Du'met leaned for a kiss.

I SUCK AT WRITING I KNOW...

I love them.

Once again thinking about the weird tension they seem to always have. Scribble scribble.  

no offense...