The Deep End Testo

Fight the future and fuck the past. It's hard to think straight right now, especially with you chewing on my wrist. Get your elbows up, come out swinging.
FUCK
Broke down about now. Graced with guts, and gutted with grace. Pretending nothing bleeds like you. Maybe we'll eb the ones dancing on the ceiling.
Ceiling...
Stop...
GO.