I'd like to think it is done.
Once beside a time, rubbing on a land within walking distance, there was a very promiscuous virgin hermaphrodite. True, it hadn't had sex with any other living organism -- but all the sticks and stones within several miles knew it intimately.
Random? you bet. Moving on.
Henry had been a bad boy. Thus, he felt completely justified as he killed himself. When the adrenaline started to pierce through the veil of far-too-much-vicodin-and-alcohol, he could begin to feel the blood draining away from his arms. His detachment spared him from the panic that most would feel after over-zealously severing flesh and nerves; he didn't really care that he could no longer move his hands or that his blood seemed to burn his skin. The latter actually felt nice -- the sensation more definite and real than most he had felt for a while... more so, in fact -- the tingling warmth was as comforting as a hug and beginning to be as pleasurable as sex. However as its fire burnt ever more of his mental fog away he could not deny the smell of it. The sweet, metallic stench consumed him. Weakened by the lack of blood, when his body commanded him to expel the poisons he had ingested he could not withhold his obedience-- nor did he even really notice, fucked up as he was.
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could you imagine being on the emergency response unit that gets called to that scene? I mean, blood and vomit everywhere, a kid on the brink of self destruction... not a happy time.
Random? you bet. Moving on.
Henry had been a bad boy. Thus, he felt completely justified as he killed himself. When the adrenaline started to pierce through the veil of far-too-much-vicodin-and-alcohol, he could begin to feel the blood draining away from his arms. His detachment spared him from the panic that most would feel after over-zealously severing flesh and nerves; he didn't really care that he could no longer move his hands or that his blood seemed to burn his skin. The latter actually felt nice -- the sensation more definite and real than most he had felt for a while... more so, in fact -- the tingling warmth was as comforting as a hug and beginning to be as pleasurable as sex. However as its fire burnt ever more of his mental fog away he could not deny the smell of it. The sweet, metallic stench consumed him. Weakened by the lack of blood, when his body commanded him to expel the poisons he had ingested he could not withhold his obedience-- nor did he even really notice, fucked up as he was.
...
could you imagine being on the emergency response unit that gets called to that scene? I mean, blood and vomit everywhere, a kid on the brink of self destruction... not a happy time.