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Excerpts from Chrissy's latest blog:
Whenever I had time I started to write to you. The outcome seemed way too sinister to share and over that period my thinking became very fragmented and abstract.
Please don’t be frightened, I am generally a balanced person…
the niggling feeling of vagueness and sadness must be based on the fact we don’t connect with the genetic drive. you see now that of course we do eat and we do fuck but we tend to eat more than we tend to fuck since sex is still a taboo and the vile slobby quick fix satisfaction of overeating is encouraged in the western world. if we over fucked or over thought rather than over ate, perhaps there would be glimpses of a new enlightenment.
who owns the oceans? i never thought about that. probably mcdonalds or some other disgusting food corporation.
I FEEL LIKE I’M GIVING BIRTH TO AN UNWANTED CHILD. WITHOUT STRUGGLE.
INTENSE MOOD SWINGS. BULLYING.
WHAT AM I DOING ? YOU ARE WORTHLESS, YOU CAN’T EAT THAT. ETC.
MY REACTION AS ALWAYS IS TO SLURP ON SOME WINE AND TO WATCH SOME LIGHT BUT INFORMATIVE DOCUMENTARY ABOUT ANIMALS.
HOW I LONG TO BE AN ANIMAL. I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE STAGE AGAIN.
I SHOULD BLAST A SPEEDBALL, BANG A FEW WHORES, SPIT ON A FEW GRANNIES AND DESTROY SOME CLOSE RELATIONSHIPS.
APART FROM SHITTING THE BRICK OF THIS UNWANTED BASTARD CHILD OF A RECORD I ACTUALLY FEEL QUITE BALANCED
THERE ARE NO SINGLES NO COMPROMISES NO BABY CANDY.
GIVE ME INPUT. GIVE ME WARMTH AND LOVE AND SUCKING AND FUCKING AND PORN AND DRUGS AND CHOCOLATE AND ARCHITECTURE AND FANTASY AND DRESSING UP AND GAY AND LESBIAN AND DOGS AND GARDENS AND ONLINE SHOPPING AND MOVIES AND HOPE AND DEATH AND SAUNAS AND ONLY CHILDREN AND BERNADETTE AND INSECURITY AND BEER STINKING GOTH SEX CLUBS AND BANKING AND TINY RAPED BALLERINAS AND LOST OLD FRIENDS AND BLISSFULLY IGNORANT FAMILIES AND ANTIQUATED RELIGIOUS TORTURING MANIPULATIVE CUM BLOCKED CHILD FUCKING PRIESTS AND MULLAHS AND DIRTY MONEY AND THE BLACK BRUTAL FESTERING SICK DEPTHS OF THE HUMAN SOUL ON CAMERA AND A NEW SENSE OF HUMOR BECAUSE THE ONE I HAVE IS WORN OUT.
WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE?
Excerpts from Chrissy's latest blog:
Whenever I had time I started to write to you. The outcome seemed way too sinister to share and over that period my thinking became very fragmented and abstract.
Please don’t be frightened, I am generally a balanced person…
the niggling feeling of vagueness and sadness must be based on the fact we don’t connect with the genetic drive. you see now that of course we do eat and we do fuck but we tend to eat more than we tend to fuck since sex is still a taboo and the vile slobby quick fix satisfaction of overeating is encouraged in the western world. if we over fucked or over thought rather than over ate, perhaps there would be glimpses of a new enlightenment.
who owns the oceans? i never thought about that. probably mcdonalds or some other disgusting food corporation.
I FEEL LIKE I’M GIVING BIRTH TO AN UNWANTED CHILD. WITHOUT STRUGGLE.
INTENSE MOOD SWINGS. BULLYING.
WHAT AM I DOING ? YOU ARE WORTHLESS, YOU CAN’T EAT THAT. ETC.
MY REACTION AS ALWAYS IS TO SLURP ON SOME WINE AND TO WATCH SOME LIGHT BUT INFORMATIVE DOCUMENTARY ABOUT ANIMALS.
HOW I LONG TO BE AN ANIMAL. I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE STAGE AGAIN.
I SHOULD BLAST A SPEEDBALL, BANG A FEW WHORES, SPIT ON A FEW GRANNIES AND DESTROY SOME CLOSE RELATIONSHIPS.
APART FROM SHITTING THE BRICK OF THIS UNWANTED BASTARD CHILD OF A RECORD I ACTUALLY FEEL QUITE BALANCED
THERE ARE NO SINGLES NO COMPROMISES NO BABY CANDY.
GIVE ME INPUT. GIVE ME WARMTH AND LOVE AND SUCKING AND FUCKING AND PORN AND DRUGS AND CHOCOLATE AND ARCHITECTURE AND FANTASY AND DRESSING UP AND GAY AND LESBIAN AND DOGS AND GARDENS AND ONLINE SHOPPING AND MOVIES AND HOPE AND DEATH AND SAUNAS AND ONLY CHILDREN AND BERNADETTE AND INSECURITY AND BEER STINKING GOTH SEX CLUBS AND BANKING AND TINY RAPED BALLERINAS AND LOST OLD FRIENDS AND BLISSFULLY IGNORANT FAMILIES AND ANTIQUATED RELIGIOUS TORTURING MANIPULATIVE CUM BLOCKED CHILD FUCKING PRIESTS AND MULLAHS AND DIRTY MONEY AND THE BLACK BRUTAL FESTERING SICK DEPTHS OF THE HUMAN SOUL ON CAMERA AND A NEW SENSE OF HUMOR BECAUSE THE ONE I HAVE IS WORN OUT.
WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE?