I love Alain and wish Morrissey would bring him back. He is so wonderful and I miss his throbbing bass lines and soaring melodies. It fills me with glee and he is so dreamy like a doll I want to hold and cuddle and molest. He is the be all and end all and I want to bend him over stick my big dog Rover in his four leaf clover hole cause he’s a lucky charm. And I want to hold him in his arms as I just died in his arms tonight as it must be something he said. Just come fly with me as like a bird on the wing and sing lullabyes to me and push baby in baby carriage and name our baby daren.
He is so much more delightful than Jesse. His songs make me float in the air and makes me want to bear his children and be his special one. He is so much better than that hack Johnny and Stephen Street as they don’t make my erection soar like Alain does.
I have his poster on my wall and I masturbate to it hourly. He is a God to me and Morrissey has to bring him back and let me come to the shows and stare at him endlessly. Then I will sneak back stage so I can be his groupie and let him have his way with me.
I know Alain has needs and I want to satisfy them.
He is my hero, my savior, my master and I will do his bidding. And I just can’t put words to how I’ve been affected by all of his great work as I still can’t tell for sure what that might be. My ex gf asked me what Alain looked like and I said I don’t know.