the "product" we refer to is well equipped in the service abilities of your common woman. though, in our opinion (any many others), we have manufactured her to be far surperior to that of any "common" woman. there are of course risks to be taken, though we rarely recieve complaints from our clients.

(that unreadable fine printdefective product has ( Read more... )

i have come for you, and i'm coming for you.

he reached over the back seat, which had been fashioned into a makeshift bed for the two of them, to grab his last cigarette. the bitter march air managed to creep it's way into the car, chilling the two of them to the bone. she stroked the skin on his free arm coyly and twisted her legs around his. despite how cold it was inside the car, it was ( Read more... )

The police came over to me and started to ask me questions. I couldn't tell if they were real or not, but I jabbered my jaws in a manner resembling speech, and they seemed satisfied with my answers. One of the officers gets a bedsheet from somewhere and wraps it around me, toga-style. I thought I had changed into someone from Ancient Greece, and ( Read more... )

He doesn't know the pain he'll feel

Anytime you want to go, I'm ready to go. Nothing shines on "feeling old" this isn't right. All I want is a reason to smile before I'm dead. I live in denial. There's nothing left inside of me.

You'd never imagine us bringing a loaded gun to the ballroom.

Body Preparation: Acquiring your subject is up to you. For best results and health, freshness is imperative. A living human in captivity is optimal, but not always available. When possible make sure the animal has no food for 48 hours, but plenty of water. This fasting helps flush the system, purging stored toxins and bodily wastes, as well as ( Read more... )

if your journal entry is so long that you can't cover it with 8 parallel fingers, i beg you to use a live journal cut and stop sodomizing my friends list

"The lyrics to this song still sadden me even six years after they were written. 23 May 1997 found me standing at the entrance to my friend, Tim's, closet. He was leaning forward on his knees, his neck placed securely in a noose, dead. His face has haunted me for 7 years. The lyrics to this song were written in memoriam and also as a form of ( Read more... )