Tall Glass Of Normal, Please.I'm really, really pissed off right now.Tall Glass Of Normal, Please.
Sometimes bitterness just spills from my pores like strong dark wine and stains everything around me until I can't see a damn thing.
I am tired. Bone tired. Heart tired. I want to rest and rest and rest and block every single person I know out. I want to tell everyone to back the fuck off and leave me the hell alone.
I was sitting on the toilet this afternoon and couldn't get up.
I couldn't move a muscle. It was like being fucking paralyzed. I panicked, and started freaking out. Nothing.
I sat there for about fifteen minutes, waiting for
"Pro-Anorexia".You know, for some reason it is really, really, really pissing me off that I get at list twenty hits per day from people looking for "pro-ana" sites."Pro-Anorexia".
So if you happen to land here after a Google search, here you go.
Trance's Guide To Anorexia
First, don't eat. If you do happen to slip, freak out about it really severely, and go barf it up. This will ensure that you will be a neurotic, sobbing wreck at least seventy percent of the time.
Be sure that you seriously cut down on your social life, so that you can sit in your house twenty-four hours a day pinching your fat thighs and lamenting the
Coprophilia.During my Internet travels, I have begun to realize that the world is inhabited by some truly sick puppies. There are ten websites for every tiny sub-group of seriously disturbed mofos. Name a strange and sadistic vice, and there's a site for it. I mourn my lost innocence.Coprophilia.
Out of all the noxious, deviant, disgusting crap offered on the Intarweb, I think the thing that disturbed me most profoundly was the fact that there are people out there who like to eat poo. I couldn't look at the pictures, but I did check out a few links, and it seems that there are quite a few poo-philiacs floating around.
OK. From wh
Open Letter To The Gyno.I just got back from the crotch doctor. Lord, how I love a Pap smear. Not to mention a breast exam. Goodness, doesn't it just brighten my day, filling my soul with rays of radiant sunshine.Open Letter To The Gyno.
Not.
If it weren't for my dear mother, who has survived every form of heinous female-related cancer there is, I would never, never, never darken the gyno's door again. But once a year, I go. I remove my bra and get roughly felt up by a woman who does absolutely nothing for me sexually, and I get steel implements rammed into places that no one but my signifant other should ever be familiar with.
I have several suggesti
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Uniting Deviants-
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And out of the darkness will arise the true nature of the beast, hidden for far to long in the deepest depths of his personal hell, HIS SOUL
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Steven Perry, and that is all that is fit to report
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I will go back thru this weekend to comment and read your other deviations...
just wanted to say a quick Wow!
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"Goonies never say die, Mr. Frodo!"
Who knows? You might find something interesting for your next manip.
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Lemme undress your salad
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at Thanksgiving, you come to a long table of family and food. There are little islands of each, your aunt's family on the far left maybe, your parents right around you. and the Turkey is on the other side of the table, whereever you happen to be. Or, what is your favorite?
So, the food starts to circulate. And you want to sample all of it. (I'm assuming you aren't suffering from the vegitarian blues thanksgiving-time, like I am.) Here comes the candied yams... that's going right on your plate. And oh, pass the coleslaw. Rolls? Mmmm, you're salivating. But after a bit, your plate has an inch of food on it's entire surface area, and the Turkey just now makes it to you. That's your dilemma. What do you do??
SECONDS!
-- maybe, just a thought, you should save and spread out your entries a little more... I've got a mailbox full of things i want to read, but not so much at once and, so they're going to stay in my mailbox a couple days. It'd be nice if the Turkey came aruond when I wanted it to.
but still, and principly, thank you for sharing! and god, I love this stuff!
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