Alright, this is the last story before bedtime.
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Alright, this is the last story before bedtime.
I feel like taking and taking. I feel like I want everything. Because I feel like my life was ripped from me while still attached. So I just laid there bleeding for awhile. Then I got up hungry for what was missing. Now I’m still hungry. Who’s got something for me?
The video in my last post described the author’s idea of what humans would look like as 4-dimensional beings, namely that we would resemble long snakes, with a fetus on one end and a corpse on the other. This is not an entirely original idea, Kurt Vonnegut wrote about it in Slaughterhouse Five, effectively blowing […]
Do you ever just feel like writing erotic poetry, and then have it immediately rendered farcical and ludicrous, which it probably already is anyway? Me too. That’s why I love Let Them Sing it for You. Because my thoughts are not retarded enough already.