So was that the first time you fucked a dead girl?

Check this out folks.... I found a fucking wheelchair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok so I'm replacing it with the chair that cut me up that night.

I also bought Joy some guppies; she'll take them once she shifts to her new place.

So anyway, I was discussing to myself on my new wheelchair that if I were to create a job for myself, I'd be a vocabularian! A person who comes up with words, just to get paid to make shit up. Then create words like misogynistisim;one who dwells in the ideal of misogyny. Or abominative; equal to the meaning of destructive.

But fuck all that, I'm not in a very good mood now; my parents fucked me up since last night and oh the beauty! I never did anything wrong this time, really. I was forced to suck up to them this entire saturday; apologies friends. But yeah, I'm not gonna express all my angst here. It'll just waste your time and my effort.

So I'm going to improvise on a story, remember that other time I wrote about voyeurism? This is another friday for that guy...
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I'm standing here in front of this window again, hand stuffed crassly down my pants, waiting for my show to start.

There, my spartan and his masochistic princess frolic on the satin linen, petting and groping each sensitive spot.

Flabbergasted you say I am?-- Very.

But it's alright to forget how to breathe once in a while like this, it chokes the insanity exploding in the multitudes within your knotted brain.

My penis is like an anxious horse, waiting to charge into the horizons of sexual immorality.

But fuck that! I believe nothing in this world should ever be immoral. Honestly, think about it, we weren't evolved into a civilised world. All this bullshit of technology, industrialization, urbanization, culture and what have you. All this 'morality', 'sanity'; all these are just vortexes in which we create to displace the idea of fear, work; we just want to make this life seem safer, seem easier, seem more fluid, more 'professional'.

I tell you, if not for the Brits, we would have still been chopping heads in jungles, if not for scientists, our only source of entertainment would be 2 baboons slapping their red asses at our faces, if not for the civilization, this entire planet, would be perfectly insane.

In which I would prefer...but then again, I wouldn't be standing here, you wouldn't know what a game console is, and we would definitely be plucking ticks out of each others' hair.

Someone once said, "Culture is to make a drinking bowl out of your enemy's skull, civilization is to go to prison for doing that."

The writings of Nietzsche inspire me in me in multiple ways, but I'm not here to give you a review on 'Beyond Good and Evil' or debate the philosophy in 'The Antichrist'. I'm here to tell you all what I'm jacking off to.

As you already know, the last time I was here, the 'Spartan' tried to become a solo '15-man-bukkake-mob'. Today is rather different.

"It's my turn to choose, darling," I heard him say as he pulled his lips from her nipples, "the last time you took my cum, this time, I'll shit, pee and spit on you altogether..."

"That's fucking absurd, Andre! Do you think I'm a fucking toilet?! But it does sound fun..."

People, read no farther, this is going to turn out worse than '2 Girls 1 Cup'.

But if you've watched Japanese kinky videos, they go far worse than your imagination.

She began licking at his asshole as he forced out a wet discharge of brown, vile substance...

*writer's note: As I'm writing this, I'm imagining your wicked reactions and enacting them out as I go on, please that this 'recess' to grab a bucket, my imagination does stretch quite a bit...*

He moaned in relieved ecstasy, then grunting again as he squeezed his guts for a second discharge, this one going all over her face, browning her beauty.

He did this multiple times before urinating all over the lavish carpet.

He turned around looking at his work of art, then he spat on her.

Slut.

Whore.

Bitch.

Beautiful.

He began licking her clitoris, banging on her vandalized body, licking off the shit on her. He began to vomit inside her.

I turned away, I'm too disgusted for this, this is too immoral to even be savage.

I'll come back another friday.

You Make Me Feel Like A Little Girl!

NEWS FLASH!

I'm sorry to disappoint all you Christians out there, but I believe I have solved the mystery to the Virgin Mary.

I may be wrong but at least I might provide a little explanation as to why she gave birth as a virgin.

The following paragraphs are not meant for entertainment purposes or for the fun of blaspheming against the Christian belief, though I myself am a Nihilist.

The likeness of the characters and the supported data might actually make sense, this is neither a story for the young, as much as I want them to read this, nor is it a bullshit article I have drafted out; I think this might actually be true:

Have you ever heard of the term "Hermaphrodite"?

According to Wikipedia the term is defined by:

A hermaphrodite is an organism having both male and female reproductive organs.[1] In many species, hermaphroditism is a common part of the life-cycle, enabling a form of sexual reproduction in which the two sexes are not separated into distinct male and female types of individual. Hermaphroditism most commonly occurs in invertebrates, although it is also found in some fish, and to a lesser degree in other vertebrates.

Historically, the term hermaphrodite has also been used to describe ambiguous genitalia and gonadal mosaicism in individuals of gonochoristic species, especially human beings. The term comes from the name of the minor Greek god Hermaphroditus, son of Hermes and Aphrodite

Hermaphrodite was used to describe any person incompatible with the biological gender binary, but has recently been replaced by intersexual in medicine. Humans with typical reproductive organs but atypical clitoris/penis are called pseudohermaphrodites in medical literature.

Whether hermaphroditism is a disorder or merely an unusual condition is a matter of opinion. In most societies, the common assumption is that all people are, or at least should be, either male or female.[citation needed] This assumption can make life difficult for hermaphrodites.

People with intersex conditions sometimes choose to live exclusively as one sex or the other, using clothing, social cues, genital surgery, and hormone replacement therapy to blend into the sex they identify with more closely. Some people who are intersexed, such as some of those with Klinefelter's syndrome and androgen insensitivity syndrome, outwardly appear completely female or male already, without realizing they are intersexed. Other kinds of intersex conditions are identified immediately at birth because those with the condition have a sexual organ larger than a clitoris and smaller than a penis. Intersexuality is thought by some to be caused by unusual sex hormones; the unusual hormones may be caused by an atypical set of sex chromosomes.

Sigmund Freud (based on work by his associate Wilhelm Fliess) held fetal hermaphroditism to be a fact of the physiological development of humans. He was so certain of this, in fact, that he based much of his theory of innate sexuality on that assumption. Similarly, in contemporary times, fetuses before sexual differentiation are sometimes described as female by doctors explaining the process.[3] Neither concept is technically true. Before this stage, humans are simply undifferentiated and possess a Müllerian duct, a Wolffian duct, and a genital tubercle.
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You can also check the Intersex Society of North America at http://www.isna.org/
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So I was just listening to the radio the other day(don't ask me why) and heard a discussion between two radio hosts about some 'women' having in grown penises, and usually not knowing about it till they're like 40 or something when they start having testicular cancer.

So I believe that the Virgin Mary was a hermaphrodite who had a penis grown in her, then suddenly(since she was going through/passed puberty), somehow ejaculated in herself, and fertilised herself.

I'm not a biology student, but I do know that if there is excess amount of sperm in the testicles, comes the possibility of wet dreams!

So back to Mary...

If she managed to pull that shit off and having fallen under the delusion that "the-man-in-the-sky-who-punishes-you-whenever-you-break-his-rules-and-sends-you-to-burn-and-torture-in-hell-till-the-end-of-time-but-he-'loves'-you"'s blessing; it actually makes her a bloody asexual reproducer.

So there you have it, I believe I have solved the mystery, though I still need to back up on my medical research.

So please, post this everywhere and have every church-going-Christ-fanatic-cultist-tongue-speaking-piece-of-shit burn and torture me, and make the ideology of hell come true.

I'm sure I may be wrong at some, if not many parts; but hey, anybody can be wrong. I may be wrong and at least I question myself, but what if you're wrong?

Almost.

I don't know why I'm like this, mother never drank, father never hit me. They both had the jobs they've always wanted, maybe not so for mom, she was a chamberlain, dad, well he did get his dream job; to stay home all day drunk.

It's true, dad never hit me, he choked, strangled and wrangled my neck. Mom never drank, she injected heroin.

We lived in a mobile home; just like a snail. Breathing in cigarette smoke, car exhaust and yesterday's (or sometimes the day before that) rotting leftovers.

Let us describe us all physically; all 3 of us are scrawny twats; dad had a dead hamster of dirty white and blond dangling from his chin he calls a beard, mom was going from 32-B to 32-LONG; soon she'll be wearing socks instead of bras. And I was a walking lab skeleton wearing a skin jumpsuit.

This was all of us, dad, mom and I.

Inbred monstrosities contaminating with the filth of civilization. The rejects of the underpants of society.
It all begun when I turned 13, by then, mom left the house, dad was doing what he did best, sometimes it feels as if he's already dead. As for me, I had to choose another place to do the same; to follow in my father's footsteps.

I began to plot my death, by the time I reached 14, I had already left home; I became a long elephant searching for his own grave.

So there I was, stranded, strolling across the highway in ragged clothes; cold, hungry, thirsty and hopeless. This is the part I met my first chapter, Trejo.

Trejo was a trucker, and for almost a long while, he was my guardian; he clothed me, fed me, sheltered me, basically provided for me, and raped me.

I didn't care that he made me do weird things, took pictures of me and sodomised me.

Then one day, I couldn't pry open my ass crack, when I did, I saw that my shit had white gooey stuff in it. I went to the hospital and ended up having my intestines pumped from the kilogram of sperm in it.

This is where my second chapter begins; after Trejo was arrested and all, I went there on the high way again. Still cold, hungry, thirsty, hopeless and my ass hurt a lot.

A fucked up life rekindled.

Then came Denny, he was a broker. He was rich, good-looking and perhaps, the most unsuspecting psychopath ever.

He was the hobo killer the papers mentioned every 3 or 4 days. Nobody knows except for me and him.

I promised to serve under him provided he didn't kill me.

So here I am, 19, killing, raping and living life according to Denny's strict rules.

The two of us would go on for lifetimes just slaughtering people, but Denny could never deal with the stress, he never could deal with the killing.

He became impotent, I had to kill him, the legacy must go on; rape and murder.

One night, my bloodthirsty eyes danced across the solemn vicinity, a prey hunting for food. Of all my victims, and I don't know how many, I've only eaten one. But enough of that. I spotted a drunk, yum-yum.

I took my icepick out to bludgeon him with, just to see his brains ooze, just to see blood splattered.

I took my icepick out, awaiting the perfect time, fighting my anxiety, fighting delirium, controlling my breath.

I get sexually aroused whenever I kill a person, sometimes I return to the crime scene to masturbate while envisioning my murders, remembering the taste of blood.

This one motherfucker, however, screwed all that up. My beautiful plans, my work, my art, he was my canvas but he, he, that fucking piece of shit fucked everything up.

Why did he turn around, why the fuck did he turn around???

Why did I panic? If I had not, I could have killed him, but no.

I rushed off and tripped, the icepick got driven right up my left nostril so deep, I suffered severe brain hemorrhage.

So here I am, talking to myself, making friends with the voices in my head. Talking to familiar people I never knew. Trying to kill myself with a plastic spoon.

Planet Kvnt

It had been months since I was watching them. Behind my jealous eyes leered a mind waiting to explode in all of fantasy and sexual reality.

Their bodies converged in a seizure-like intensity; passion with demise; sexual abomination.

I watched as they frolicked and twirled around like drunk ice-skaters; assuming position to position in a memorized sequence.

He hacked himself onto her like a machete onto branches, she moaned, heaved and sighed in every way possible. With every breath she took, a flame within me lick temptingly, waiting to devour my person.

For months i had snuck here by this window just to watch them, and each time, I grow exhausted from the masturbation and my orgasm.

Live porn forever.

Each time when he was done with her, his lean figure slouched in a tired manner, almost as though a Spartan fatigued from battle.

He panted heavily with sweat trickling down his muscular body, his shadow casted on the wall; disgraced and wanting to disintegrate into the nightly winds; frost bitten into disgust.

This was the way with sex, one moment lovers, when that moment's gone, you hate them, but you hate yourself even more.

This had been going on a few months, love then hate. The cycle continues; lust then digust.

Friday night was role-play night, they would pretend to be something they're not for that one night, just to savour the sex, just to savour the moment; just trying not to hate each other.

"Pretend you are a 15-man bukkake mob," she tells him, "cum all over me all night long."

He attempts to go in piece by piece the first 'guy' came in at a little over 2 minutes, then as he grew tired, he grew slower, grew weaker, becoming in all doubt a 9 man bukkake mob instead.

She was dressed in both thick and watery grey, cloudy, sticky fluid, licking and tasting her dressing. Just like mayonase and thousand island sauce on a salad altogether.

This was more intense than I would have ever imagined, I was already ejeculating and i haven't even reached for my member.

I wanted to be mob members 11-15 or maybe more now. My fluid was running down my boxers, swiftly down my leg, the warm sensation glued my pants and boxers to my skin.

This is uncomfortable.

I stuff my left arm down my pants, caressing and comforting and drying my excited member.

The fatigued Spartan sunk into his seat, penis red, and most probably in an intense, acute pain from all that dry masturbation, he seemed pleased with his art.

It is time for me again to take my leave, come back another friday, or perhaps another day. Live porn forever.

Kvnt.
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I went out yesterday again with Joy, maybe for once I realised that I need her more than anything. We went to watch the National Day Parade as with almost a thousand tonnes of human waste, fanatics just there for the show; all with the same purpose: to get the best view of the fire works.

We went back to my place, she really needed to go back home, so we gathered her stuff and went to MaccyD's.

Bumped into Michelle and Eric there, waited for Khallis, whom I got along pretty well with.

Dropped by Michelle's place and had a beer and some ciggies then sent Joy home. Almost 3 years and she still kisses me the same, still holds me the same, still says things the same. She's so beautiful wherever I see her.

She does to me what colours do to the eyes, everytime I think of her, it's like playing the same old Air Supply song, it's like writing without words. Sometimes I do wonder if i just say things, make shit up just to feel romantic.

She bites me even more passionate now, actually more roughly, but i enjoy it. my lips are still bleeding, it's swollen, sore and has a larger laceration. I love her too much.
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