PEOPLE LOVE IT WHEN I’M FIT AND THIN, SO I WORK OUT RELIGIOUSLY.

BECAUSE DEEP DOWN, I’M A LITTLE SCARED THEY WOULDN’T IF I WASN’T. 

“BEING VAPID HAS GOTTEN ME EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED. 

ONLY UGLY PEOPLE COMPLAIN ABOUT TODAY’S SOCIETY.

BECAUSE.. THEY’RE ALL BENT UP ON BEING UGLY, YOU KNOW?” 

“SO LIKE, ARE WE GOING TO FUCK OR NOT?”

Janus’ dead eyes wrap around the poor girl and constrict her, as if pulling the words of consent from her mouth.

She can’t say no. And judging from what he’s briefly told her, she takes solace in knowing that no man or woman before her has ever had better results in restraint. 

Still, the dead eyes sadden her.   

Janus is an empty soul. 

I HOPE A REVOLUTION HAPPENS SOON BECAUSE THESE HEELS ARE KILLING ME. 

At the moons highest hour, men of all different countries converge in the city of Sin only to black out on the very drinks they got themselves.

It’s only then that her heightened sense of smell  awakens her lust for company and a centuries old thirst. They wake up in their hotels bleeding, believing to have injured themselves as a result of drunkenness. 

Such is the life of the modern Moon Child. 
 

Creepiness aside, I’m using acrylics better to my advantage 

Janus momentarily freezes at the lanky woman with the bleeding lips. 

“Don’t you have a name?”

“No..I don’t.” 

“Well..We could call you Ashley for now..” 

“Sure.” 

A woman of few words, Janus would eventually find the wry and curt woman comforting at the most inconvenient of times. 

Why she was there at all was still a mystery.

Maybe she was lonely.

Or maybe she looked for someone just as hidden as she.  

Sometimes I think I lead a boring life. 

Someone please escape with me to MARQUEE.