Originally Posted by
DixonButts
Yeah, you feed almost everyone....'s mom your dick, you giggolo. A joke, I kid, but seriously I was just rapping this to myself in my mirror, a little bit like 8 mile, and I caught a glimpse of something familiar but also startling from the corner of my eye. I turn my head slowly and came face-to-face with the dark hooded robe in my closet. it's voice pierced the night, partly because robes aint supposed to fucking talk, and because of the sinister overtone. "How long has it been?" The robe questioned, the aftertaste of the statement was playful. A slow, maniacal grin forces itself on my face, kind of like Trump when he sees a pussy. I replied through joker like laughter, "Long enough, master." The world stood still for a split second before we began laughing in unison. I inched closer to the robe, more waltzing than walking. I embraced the robe just like the old friendly mentor that it was. I held up the robe to inspect its condition, a la Lion King. "They're calling us 'The Zodiac Killer. And I like it." I slipped the worn in, glove like garment over my hot, sexy body. At that moment I realized that until this moment, when I placed the robe on my back, that I wasn't complete without it. The ligature cord and kitchen knife are reliably in the pockets, just as we had left them, the last time we went out... 'Long enough, indeed.' I whispered, looking out the window at the busy, yellow lighted city below.