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Monday, September 13, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
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Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Running all night.
I love to dance and run all night. I love to see the sparkling lights of stars in the sky while I lick my own retinas. It feels so good that I usually like to snort my whole arms, and I tickle the insides of my lungs with my fingers. It feels so good that I start rubbing my toes nails, and then manage to insert the top of my head in my esophagus.
Living the dream.
Living the dream.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Dreams: part 1.
The view on the city was beautiful. It looked like a five star hotel after all.
She was moaning and asking me to get into the bed, so I crawled under the blanket and joined her. I started dry humping her as soon as I was in, and grabbed her nice chubby tits. But she was soaking the bed so much I wanted to pee, so I had to stop in the middle of that, and went to the bathroom to take a leak.
On my way back to the room I stopped in that fucking nice and big kitchen, holy shit it even had a nice huge fridge. I couldn't resist some of the delicious orange juice that was there.
When I opened the door, Gabriel, that ginger kid I knew in 8th grade was fucking her. He was that funny redhead guy with who I was making fun of other people in class. He also had the incredible ability to stuff three Bic pens in his nostrils.
So, I asked them "Can I join?", they said "yes of course, we were waiting for you" as her boobs bounced softly and were all sweaty. I start to take off my clothes, although I can't remember to have put some on me when I went out of the bed.
As soon as I'm naked and about to join, the closet near the bed opens, and four or five naked fat guys with huge beards come out and start to run away from the room.
I stand there in wonder, motionless. And I wake up.
She was moaning and asking me to get into the bed, so I crawled under the blanket and joined her. I started dry humping her as soon as I was in, and grabbed her nice chubby tits. But she was soaking the bed so much I wanted to pee, so I had to stop in the middle of that, and went to the bathroom to take a leak.
On my way back to the room I stopped in that fucking nice and big kitchen, holy shit it even had a nice huge fridge. I couldn't resist some of the delicious orange juice that was there.
When I opened the door, Gabriel, that ginger kid I knew in 8th grade was fucking her. He was that funny redhead guy with who I was making fun of other people in class. He also had the incredible ability to stuff three Bic pens in his nostrils.
So, I asked them "Can I join?", they said "yes of course, we were waiting for you" as her boobs bounced softly and were all sweaty. I start to take off my clothes, although I can't remember to have put some on me when I went out of the bed.
As soon as I'm naked and about to join, the closet near the bed opens, and four or five naked fat guys with huge beards come out and start to run away from the room.
I stand there in wonder, motionless. And I wake up.
Monday, August 30, 2010
A typical saturday evening.
I take my jacket, and slam the door behind me. It was already 11p.m., the hour when normal people gather in bars before going to clubs. It's the perfect time.
On my way to one of the dozens of generic bars downtown, I take three pills of Ritalin and snurt a fourth, just to impress that 17 years old chick with her Tokio Hotel t-shirt. That's when I notice that I'm wearing my slippers. She looks at them, then at me and smile, before looking away, embarrassed.
I've been exposed. She knows. She's using her iPhone. She must be giving them my position. I must think, and act fast.
-"Hum, hello, I'm very sorry but I forgot my phone at home, can I please borrow your iPhone, one of my friends was supposed to pick me up but he's not from here, please?"
-"Hu well sure just don't be too long."
She hands me her phone. Mistake. Big mistake. I'm always surprised at how the enemy's agents can sometimes be that dumb. The right reaction would have been to run from the instant she saw my slippers.
I take the phone, and I start slamming her head with it. Screams. I start biting her jugular vein. Quiter screams. When she stops moving I remove her left eye, spit in the cavity, crush her eye on her lifeless body, and snurt it.
At that right moment I feel bliss, and I can hear Cherry Pie by Warrant playing in my head. The full moon turns red, purple light glows from the street lamps, and a smell of rotten trout fills my nose.
Something isn't right though, it doesn't take long to notice that this is the ringing scream of an old lady that witnessed the whole scene. I don't know what to do, I was in such a state of bliss that I'm caught off guard, if I don't do something quick she's going to attract them. In a moment of intelligence, I take off my pants and start jacking off while screaming:
"AM I BABYBOOMING ENOUGH FOR YOU GRANDMA? YEAAAAAAAAAH"
As I jack off at the speed of light, my dick turns into a smegma machine gun, so powerful that the grandma is cut in two as if she was shot by a .50. Bitch was told, society should thank me for that, that's one pension and health-care less to pay. A drop in the ocean, but it's still something.
But our world doesn't like political initiatives, as I soon notice, sirens start ringing around the block, I start to run. The fresh feeling of air, gently breezing on my cock reminds me that a long long time ago, people had simple lives, and simple pleasures. Today we can't even enjoy such simple pleasures, the mass media and the Zionist conspiracy are forbidding us this. Because if everyone ran naked, they would be FREE, free, like a river. But the world isn't ready for my views and my acts, because they are in power.
A typical Saturday night.
On my way to one of the dozens of generic bars downtown, I take three pills of Ritalin and snurt a fourth, just to impress that 17 years old chick with her Tokio Hotel t-shirt. That's when I notice that I'm wearing my slippers. She looks at them, then at me and smile, before looking away, embarrassed.
I've been exposed. She knows. She's using her iPhone. She must be giving them my position. I must think, and act fast.
-"Hum, hello, I'm very sorry but I forgot my phone at home, can I please borrow your iPhone, one of my friends was supposed to pick me up but he's not from here, please?"
-"Hu well sure just don't be too long."
She hands me her phone. Mistake. Big mistake. I'm always surprised at how the enemy's agents can sometimes be that dumb. The right reaction would have been to run from the instant she saw my slippers.
I take the phone, and I start slamming her head with it. Screams. I start biting her jugular vein. Quiter screams. When she stops moving I remove her left eye, spit in the cavity, crush her eye on her lifeless body, and snurt it.
At that right moment I feel bliss, and I can hear Cherry Pie by Warrant playing in my head. The full moon turns red, purple light glows from the street lamps, and a smell of rotten trout fills my nose.
Something isn't right though, it doesn't take long to notice that this is the ringing scream of an old lady that witnessed the whole scene. I don't know what to do, I was in such a state of bliss that I'm caught off guard, if I don't do something quick she's going to attract them. In a moment of intelligence, I take off my pants and start jacking off while screaming:
"AM I BABYBOOMING ENOUGH FOR YOU GRANDMA? YEAAAAAAAAAH"
As I jack off at the speed of light, my dick turns into a smegma machine gun, so powerful that the grandma is cut in two as if she was shot by a .50. Bitch was told, society should thank me for that, that's one pension and health-care less to pay. A drop in the ocean, but it's still something.
But our world doesn't like political initiatives, as I soon notice, sirens start ringing around the block, I start to run. The fresh feeling of air, gently breezing on my cock reminds me that a long long time ago, people had simple lives, and simple pleasures. Today we can't even enjoy such simple pleasures, the mass media and the Zionist conspiracy are forbidding us this. Because if everyone ran naked, they would be FREE, free, like a river. But the world isn't ready for my views and my acts, because they are in power.
A typical Saturday night.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
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