One thing that happened was an embarrassment, a revealing of personal items in the most unfortunate situation of public, of onlookers. The devices stopped working and the insides protruded outward with lack of concern on the part of the large beast that insisted on revelation. The timing could not have been worse.
Now I am a bloated mess. Intestines unraveled AGAIN through belly button. No one to help me. No wizardry, no calm. Only anger. Only indecent status of body, not good enough to go out in the world.
Crumpling plastic. True anger to the core.
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I am concerned about people who are bathing in fire.
I am concerned too. They are dying, one after the next.
Pull the intestines back in through a needle nosed plyer with plastic handles for sterility. It can be performed at home.
I am not sure what to make of this MM. But I am a sympathetic listener.
did you crappa the pants mm?
I know it was an opaque post. But I was all crusted up this morning. I am beginning to feel more like myself, less pulled out ina taffy situation. I used the pliers. It seems to have worked. The beast is not actually a beast. I just felt so abstract before. Maybe I did crap my pants.
I am often grounded by logic and the abstract sometimes escapes me. It is the curse of my profession.
Hey, where were you all last night. The whore shack was the best!
I was at the couch nap shack.
I was in a container of cozy shack pudding.
MM your post is painful. It lacks focus and yet you were suffering and not capable of really describing it. We all suffer so much. We are not capable.
I was at the oral gratification shack.
Preston, my friend Tiffany told me what you did at that shack. Apparently it was very tubular.
I am furtive. Still lurking, but less so than yesterday. It is turning towards me.
Yeah I wanna go to the shack too. Are there girls there? It sounds soothing.
Uh, Crux is the tube dude. I am oral-amoral.
What I heard was that you made your performance on a tubular stick. It was very long but you navigated it with all kinds of verve and stuff.
Verve is such a fun concept. Good for you!
I was at the oral gratification shack too.
So was I. I was unwelcome.
Oh yes MM--you are right about the stick routine. I learned that at my frat.
Toothy, you are to sharp to participate.
I like a little tooth with my oral gratification. I like a little variety--you know?
I like teeth in general--they are in right now. the bigger the better. Teeth are the new black!
Especially rotten teeth. Are in I mean. Preston, I'd like to probe deeper into your psyche. What would you like me to ask you?
I want everyone with the suffix -ista in their name to mash their faces into each other. Until it hurts.
teeth are the wave of the future.
Performing sterility is always important. I am filing some papers into the wrong file on purpose. I am glowering at everyone. I am wearing an outfit that is flattering to my man pu**y.
why?
I can't do it anymore. I can't live.
You don't have to live, Hap. You can OD whenever you want to.
ooh, eeks, ahhh
MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Come back to me Hap!! I love you!
Preston, do you like sweet meats?
Maybe I am froth instead of truly a person, truly with feelings. I am warm in the forehead. I crave burgers.
You are not really my owner, are you, Hapless?
Bad.
sweet meats are yummy, i think.
No Hap, but doesn't our love mean anything to you? I can't live without you.
I thought sweet meats were pancreas. Or is that sweet breads. I am not sure!
I am thinking of quitting my job at Hole Poo grocery store. There has to be a better life.
Chow down PD. I have a doggie for you. Quit your job and come work for me for nothing. I will consign you.
No MM. I want our relationship to be strictly based on mutual pleasure of the skin.
eeww. you are gross!
There is a mound building on the floor in my kitchen. I don't dare stop the accumulation. Doomsaying.
I am being held against my will and coerced into saying inappropriate things. I am taking beatings.
I am so nervous. I am going to check my kitchen to see if there is a mound there as well. I feel it.
I am a pervert.
My saddle is bruised. I got swiped by a man wielding a hairbrush. It will hurt forever.
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