/lit/ - Literature

>>14143862
I am jacking off to this as we speak. I imagine she knows the significance of using that particular suit from a deck of cards. It is the red mark of the initiated. The mark of the beast, the proverbial eye upon the terrible temple. It is worse, and more, worthless. The big black spade ripping her where I cannot, and her spade taking the gold from my earth. She is my poison ivy. Was it her fate to draw a spade, or could it have been her black heart? Blood diamonds sparkle in the clubs... blah blah blah. I am bored with the pettifoggery or was that the pataphory. Make this ho mine on the off chance she is anything but she seems, that'd be so chic and I will be the first to die in the gas leak from her mines. I will suck the degeneracy down to its toes.