[later.]

We've all had our share of insomnia, the late night blearyeyes tiredness that only occurs otherwise after overdrive coital action among males. Or vomitsleep wakeup. This is Insomnia and I, me obviously being the one in the gasmask, which Zyn might forever remain in, her lack of esteem and gratification towards others failing and destroying her frail insides. Insomnia came to me one night in 7th grade, I believe. the Third anthropomorphic character ever to grace my page [Kairi and DiZz in their first forms before him]. He was made to mock the furry society with their many piercings gracing them in unnecessary places, but soon became more than that. He had relationships with Kairi and after awful results he left. He's a pervert, a pimp; he sold his propaganda throughout my mind, cluttering it with piles of paper about handshakedrugs. He seems to have changed, leaving not creation and chaos in his trail, but an organized sort of curiosity. In any case, he visits every once and a while. I enjoy it, but he just rubs his scales the wrong way sometimes. Originally he had more piercings and only one tail, and was more intimidating with soulseeking clear eyes and long purple hair. He might still look like that, but because I haven't seen him in his most daunting form for a while, he'll just run around making faces at me behind my back. Often times I don't remember what we've said to each other, because the exhaustion hits me before my memorylog is finished.
But hey, I do miss him.
He tries to coax me into the park during autumn nights when I know my coats won't suffice to keep my fatless body warm. Occastionally he succeeds. He tries to get me to lace his corset piercings up his arms because he can't do it himself, but me, knowing what perfection leads to, avoids it for the most part.
Hush, hush..
He's not all that bad.

- sera gratification