GutterFlower: Part One- Ectasia (story)

The rust from the nails sticking out of the ceiling was starting to bleed into the ceiling, as if some orange tumor was seeping through the veins of the roof. Or maybe it was seeping into me�I couldn't�t really tell. The ceiling was moving as hard and as fast as the girl below me was.
The only thing keeping my heart beating was the metronome of pawn shop amps and gutter-punk lyrics mashed into syllables of a screeching guitar. The colour of the streaks in the girl�s hair burned my eyes and made me think of candy with artificial taste and flavouring. I wondered how much of the girl was artificial under her mask of dye and pasty makeup. It seemed like everyone was out to be a reproduction of a human being, instead of the cruel real thing. I didn't�t even have a name I could put to her.
She pulled my hips to her, and I grasped the dilapidated stall to keep standing. In the stall next to me I could see another two pairs of boots intertwined and shuffling with each other. The sound of the cadence of drums seeped under the door, like an invisible force beckoning the scum of suburbia to arms. A guy in the stall next to us moaned and grunted and I felt the girl below me bob up and down faster on me. I took a drag on my cigarette and pulled her head to me, grasping the candy glazed locks of hair. She made a muffled noise and put her hands under my boxers and onto my deadened skin.
Nothing would ever bring me back to that place as much as the beautiful reek of Mary-Jane and sins of alcohol would. The chains on my trousers swayed back and fourth to the force of her lips� thrusts over me, and they echoed in my head as my eyes glazed in sweet intoxicated bliss.
In my mind, I was tearing down the place; Dousing the floorboards and walls of the forsaken warehouse in gasoline and arsenic. I wanted the blaring, twisted metal guitar screams to subside in my head. I wanted them all to suffocate�wanted to see everyone I ever fucked and fought in my seventeen years to burn in sweet misery and be regurgitated into the air as a cotton candy cloud of smoke. And I wanted that smoke to choke me with jagged sweetness�to burn my throat and black my eyes with the disdain of heaven. I wanted my last immortal memory to be everything I knew smoldering like the crucified stars that I always wanted to be.
I closed my eyes and came.