Lesenswert: Poppy Z. Brite, "Lost Souls" "He lay back on the floor and stared up at the poster tacked on the ceiling above Laine's bed: Robert Smith's lips enlarges several thousand times, smeared with hot orange-red lipstick, shiny and sexual. He wished he could fall into them, could slide down Robert Smith's throat and curl up safe in his belly." ach...

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