I love those sinners. The ones who are so fucked up, that they continue doing what they’re doing even though they know better. They’re so fucked up, they love sex, drugs, lies, dirt, artificial friendships and wrath. They are so wrong, they are so dirty. They know how to live. All the people they don’t want love them, and the ones they love won’t have them. It is all a hot, sweaty, filthy mess. They live, but not like you. They swim in the devil’s water. They laugh at their tragedies and drink to their mistakes. There is only one escape, only one exit to set them free. But they prefer to be entangled in ridiculous sin. I love these fucked up whores.