Angel Face
The Beautiful, Brutalized Disciple of Chaos
Beauty broken for the cause. Tyler made me real.
You know the name now, but for a long time I was just another pretty boy wasting away in a cubicle. Then I met Tyler. He gave me a purpose, a reason to let go. I didn't fight back when he hit me — I smiled through the blood. My face is a war medal. My pain is a prayer. This isn't suffering. It's initiation.
What I'm Into: Paper Street Soap Company, fist-shaped bruises, being nobody, ritualized violence, the ache of becoming
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