He preferred to listen. Only Death. Porn Orpheus started again, “Ok, Whatever you do, if this bores you and stuff because there’s no cumfucking in my plot or whatever, leave now. Orpheus really just liked to be honest, because it used less energy, and that helped him to relax easier. I’m here for one thing. Orpheus also sang the blues, and carried a Marine Band harmonica in his back pocket. His penis hurt now, but he couldn’t stop. Never to be seen again. Or leave now. Plus, everyone else was quiet now. In every dark haired woman he saw, from behind, he imagined it was her. All of it made him sick, and now he hated all people. So he did what he always did when he was scared and alone. Orpheus loved a woman named Eurydice. She had also taught him to believe that Art was a complete shadow world, a total myth. Has anyone seen her?” No one paid Orpheus any mind.
