Stainless Steel Love
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Feb. 19th, 2007 | 09:07 pm
music: Bamboleo by The Gypsy Kings
Alake Erashkigal woke me up at eight in the morning with a long tongue and stomping paws. I had a doctor's appointment at nine.
I hate going to the doctor's. It frustrates me to no end to go to a place where I don't need to be, and share a waiting room with old, complaining Hispanic people. The dentist is one thing-the bullshit checking of my breathing, which by the way is as regular as ever, is another all together.
But I love those machines they use to check your blood pressure.
If I could get one permanently around my waist and chest I would be the happiest fucking girl alive. I love that pressure, that feeling of enclosure.
It feels amazing.
It pleases me.
I was send to another building altogether and the third story was dedicated to nothing but laboratory work.
Five glorious rooms dedicated to the exquisitely sensual act of piercing the skin with cold, predatory stainless-steel-tipped syringes; five glorious rooms where the blood ran freely through thin plastic veins to rush and drain into thick plastic tubes to be shaken, stirred, spun, and tainted by unnatural chemicals and ultimately disposed of; five rooms dedicated to the ultimate sacrifice of the human body-it's very life source used to flow out and away of it's maker for a better good.
Let it be known that it brings me to near orgasm every single, solitary time that I am asked to free my life of me.
I am a sick bitch.
And the doctor was a gorgeous man, skilled with his lovely, thick hands. He penetrated me from the side of the crook of my arm; virgin flesh never to have been touched by the Holy Grail that is a syringe.
Oh today was a damn good day.
I texted my beautiful Jersey boy and forgave him for our slight spat that we had last night. It was silly and he didn't know what he had truly done. I sleep things off anyway, and had a full night's sleep. He is all I currently want and there is no need to be bitter.
Burger King for lunch, Gabe texting for an extended dessert.
Picture taking in a blue dress.