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THere's something gnawing at my soul and I have felt it before. It's a brick, lodged between my stomach and heart. I feel it's wight but at the same time the edges make my insides quite uncomfortable. The message is cryptic but it only matters to me and I only need to understand these random thoughts that float in my consciousness. I am the only one that truly understands myself. So then why do I feel like I understand so many others. I feel that I can say with a great amount of certianty that no one understands me at all. So I trust in my inference that no one understands what I must do day in day out. What I put up with. My resolve my conviction my patience. That stated, I ask, would anybody understand if I suddenly let that come crashing down, my disposition failing and letting every social attribution that has collected in my favor, distort and retract. The situations I put myself in are incongruent with my own desires. My main goal is uncertian but at this piont it would seem that I am a fool. A total complete fool. Basing my own happiness on others is a futile and unproductive attempt at claiming the dream of "to love and to be loved" or "giving is better than recieving". Socialism has proved to be inificiant. mais avez-vous les savonner Everybody takes as much as they can. It's time to take it back. Backstab, cuthroat, capitalism. Buy, sell, cut out the middle man. Burn his house with his family in it, make him beg. If it isn't penetration than it isn't worth the kiss. Less talk more flesh, feed the desire. Rape rape rape, take thier money and kick in their teeth, I would like more sugar and no i didn't say please. She never loved you and she never will, he's even fucking her right now. Care to watch? Don't you think it's time to go to bed, you are getting too old. EGO sum irretitus in a arca archa Useless, leeching, brainless, and tied up. Fuck and dump. Don't you see, the time is now. Give us the darkness, in the night, the feel of soft skin erupting underneath my fingertips. She let me do it, her hands tied tight. The bites in my neck and the muffled sight, the heat is incredable, the scratches up my back, our sweat soaks the sheets, the bed is broken, up her leg and down her sides, to her center I..., breathing is labored now, her eyes are rolling back, she is going, she is going, she is going, she is going, she is going, she is going, she is going, she is going, she is going, she is going, she is going, she is going, cold. Breath in, the catalyst is freezing. I-KIRJAIN lempiä toinen ideologies and concepts freeze my steady hands from moving as I chase my own tale. How trite. How meaningless. How fucking rude. 麿 劉 her 共に 我が own ホールドアップ. It's what 彼奴 恋しい would you like to share something? would you care for a dance? Would you mind crying with me for a while? I just want to be inside of you, to feel thing the way you do, don't ever leave, don't ever leave this moment we have now, I will break, I will split in half and become someone who isn't real, doesn't feel. Nobody loves you, nobody cares. Nobody gives a shit about your inner secrets. It's bullshit. I love you. Die. You killed me, now live, I wanted to be the one, to be him, but that's OK. I've made my choices, and I sleep in the bed I have made, 0100010100101000 disturbing? No it's just cognition, it's what you do but your too fucking pussy to relate it. Catharsis, advanced skullfucking gibberish, drunk, bound,fetal position, cold tile, coked up, let down,. spilled guts to create a callage of me.