$30.00
Fleshy and fruity: guava musk, slick strawberry lip gloss, and blood-tainted digestive juices.
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Blood-spattered cotton candy.
I don’t belong here.
A respectable, virtuous vintage musk smeared with blood and spiked with the coppery scent of fear.
Too butch, too femme, too sexy, not sexy enough, too smart, too big, too loud, too angry.
Sugar and bile, leather and blood, honey and rum, shredded patchouli and vetiver, tobacco and lime.
Once the world’s greatest, most beloved superhero, he has now become its greatest villain — a capricious and vengeful god who haunts the skies and toys daily with six billion lives.
Soapy cleanliness sullied by blood and ashes.
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