Skinemaxorcism
I have a ritual with friends where after a night of heavy drinking we will return to my crib, gnawing on undercooked pizza and watching soft core porn on cable until passing out like dominos. I don’t know exactly why we always do this. Maybe there’s some sort of fascination with our indifference and overall lack of arousal to what is happening on TV, as if realizing that if we were all 13-year-olds again this would be freaking awesome, but instead we’re all in our late twenties and this is freaking sad is what it is.
I also have this really bad habit of visualizing demonic images when jogging late at night. I don’t know exactly why I do that. In my peripheral I see Linda Blair standing very still and staring at me with those yellowish eyes, that puffy white face, sweaty and flagellated and varicose veined. It makes me run a little faster I think.
Anyway we’re all
