blogger is bad. I am bad. It got bad after I started blogging. This is a message to the world. What I touch breaks. Look at Beth.
My name is Viv and i know alot about things that hurt too. I am living alone peacefully as I always feel it is not right to have children because there are continuance of sufferings somewhere in a human body because human body is not perfect. Also If I count all pains that are including serious accidents like auto accidents or falling down from stairs, etc., all over the world. The number of extreme pains could be countless which are constantly 24 hours for years because of by chance with the count of six billions people. By counting all the pains, if I decide to have a child then that mean it is good as if I torture my child with extreme pain 24 hours for years. For example, I said that every inch of my body is in an extreme pain which feel like broken bones which last 24 hours for years without stop which is never heard of but it is true by visualizing the total of unstoppable serious pains over the world. Why should I add more people on earth? If I add them then the accidents will be added as well? Someone may asked, must I avoid all pains? Well, a painful experience can be okay as long as you hurt yourself only by marathon or anything else but hurting other people is not a good idea. That is why I went to the Planned Parenthood to have my private parts tied too early because just in case I may change my mind and want a baby. Parents may say and look at our children and they want to be alive. I think understand that but when in the past before their children were born there is no proof that they want to be born because they are not here yet.
vivien, you are a very very sensitive woman. i deeply appreciate your perspective. i agree about all the pain, it is unbearable to think about. you sound very complicated. have you run marathons? do you take drugs? you are baffled. that is a good sign. i torture myself and others to an insane degree. it is very frustrating.
Vivien I am sorry but I may have to bite your eyes out.
I have ways to make the pain disappear, pharmaceutical ways, highly advanced 21st century drug therapy. But better yet, I have a friend who can show you how to displace your pain onto your enemies, rendering them helpless, pitiable masses of writhing, screaming fleshmeat. You can then happily go about your painfree existence confident that those you despise are hurting the big hurt.
I love nipples. I really do. Breasts are great, but mostly as fleshy supports to big luscious nipples. Eraser style are my favorite. Ones you can hang a pretzel on.
Formula, you are an idiot. I hate those kinds of breasts. Maybe you should die, is what I am thinking. Go eat some pretzels with a flat chested, eraser nippled, below average intelligence bimbo. See how you like it. Love,Ned
PINKEYE! what is this way of transforming your grief onto others? I wanna try! So far I'm WAY onto the pharmachological. But IT IS NOT ENOUGH! I need a better way. Seroquel is not up to the task.
I would like to hear from you about the one color which you may agree too so I will know I am not alone on this. I understand that long time ago, most people may believed that the earth is flat but until there is an airplane to fly around the earth to see that it is round. It is possible that it is the another problem about belief of all colors as person. Maybe most people think that if they don't believe in all colors, they will feel like disowning themselves. But it is not true, I am not denying my feeling but denying my sight of all other colors. For seeing is not believing but feeling is believing.
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