justin1552
Hurr Durr
As I started my trek through the internet, I have come across a multitude of topics. Some funny, some serious, and some just plain stupid. But after a while I stumbled across some that were.... different. A few sent chills down my spine, while others scared me so bad I would not go asleep that night. I'm here to share a few.
First up,
Insanity
Insanity, it’s been tossed around so often nowadays with these pretending children, they have not taken a look at madness, ever. I watch the clock drift by. I hear the woman sleeping; I imagine how her entrails would look around my waist, like a grotesque belt. She swallows in her sleep. I hate it, I want to smother her with a knife and wear her face as a mask. Insanity? I don't believe so. I'm just the cure for the sickness. The hostility between I and her has gone on long enough. I want my heart back. I will have my heart back.
Her skin is like plastic, so smooth and clear. I want to rip it off, I want to see how that internal clock is working. Tick, tick, tickety. The clock still counts down. It taunts me, it feels for me. This time, the majority of love belongs to me. I want control even if you don't, my dear Beatrice, I will have it. Slowly, I sneak upon her body, she's asleep, her luminescent plastic skin screams at me, telling me to skin her. Which I gladly will, oh I will take great love in this blood harvest. The cure for this love sickness begins now and I will keep my vows, until death do we part.... That time seems to have come closer than expected.
Second. No title
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.
First up,
Insanity
Insanity, it’s been tossed around so often nowadays with these pretending children, they have not taken a look at madness, ever. I watch the clock drift by. I hear the woman sleeping; I imagine how her entrails would look around my waist, like a grotesque belt. She swallows in her sleep. I hate it, I want to smother her with a knife and wear her face as a mask. Insanity? I don't believe so. I'm just the cure for the sickness. The hostility between I and her has gone on long enough. I want my heart back. I will have my heart back.
Her skin is like plastic, so smooth and clear. I want to rip it off, I want to see how that internal clock is working. Tick, tick, tickety. The clock still counts down. It taunts me, it feels for me. This time, the majority of love belongs to me. I want control even if you don't, my dear Beatrice, I will have it. Slowly, I sneak upon her body, she's asleep, her luminescent plastic skin screams at me, telling me to skin her. Which I gladly will, oh I will take great love in this blood harvest. The cure for this love sickness begins now and I will keep my vows, until death do we part.... That time seems to have come closer than expected.
Second. No title
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.
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