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Pituitary glands can be stimulated. In the soles of the feet. The glands are located in the "saddle" part of the brain. THEY MAKE YOU GROW! Am going to get a sensual massage in my feet right now! I can be as good as you.
My blood. Radiates hormonal stench. YES YES you can smell it. Right now. Smell. My place of rest is like a transparent fog. Not making it a fog. But it goes from side to side and you can smell it. Sniff real hard so you can absorb my used and unwanted hormones without a home. If they like you they go in you and they can bring apart of me inside you.
Oh My God its sick. Your indirectly raping me. No. No. No. I dont have Sypholis but I want to give you it or another STD right now. So you feel guilty every time you do it. But its lonely. Only sad people have it. It thinks your abusing him. Dont think that. Your special, people like you, go and spread yourself. Yes, I know like the invisible man having a threesome with them. Sneaking up them. Going inside like a bat in a cave. Your just as blind, thats for sure. But you pollute them when they are at their most vunerable.
Crabby Fungus Toasties!
Like an overcooked sexual pizza at about 200 degrees. Inflating with itself. You and you are exactly like that. Your big headed and believe your the best. Your inflating with yourself like the that tasty pizza.
Stop it now. Please stop it now. Hes like the special molecules on the surface of the T-lymphocytes. He knows exactly what hes doing. He can combine and associate with the Antigen(s). She dosent even know who he is.
It not his fault, its natures. It can be compared to anything. Like saying a a "u" comes after a "q" is the same as "All Women Are Prostitutes, Its Just Some Have The Nerve To Charge Money." NOT THE CASE!!
But you just gotta play the part(y) in the cycle. You are the ones that can be compared to microscopic organisms present in every living thing.
I own a good health parlour. I can make you lose weight. I throw up and bring up my acids and other fun stuff. I filter out the bile and spit it on your belly. So it emulsifies it. The fat. I shove a double ended needle in it and absorb your unwanted, now emulsified fat. I am absorbed in digested wrechedness. Being apart of you makes me happy.
Im sick of you now. Dont probe me. Your once beautiful nucleus has been transformed into cancerous filth. But why am I succumbing to you? I cant help myself but to go back. It begun, you are reimplanting yourself across my genetic codes. I am going through a state of change. When its over you make victorious noises down my ear, like residual inhibition. What was once a memoriable stain is now a terminal illness. You are now in control. But being apart of you makes me happy.
Why wait when we can waste. Pregnancy >> Abortion 200,000 times over and over.
A whole body suit AND an ecto-skeleton of reviving obituary rights cant help me. On the inside or outside. I am engulfed. I pray, to rid myself of you. But your my only religion. I dream so that there might by dissapearance of the eruption. Like deflorescence in Scarlet Fever. But you are all I dream about.
No longer can I judge what is right or wrong. You have alienated me. My reactions are travelling down dark endless tunnels. Demyelination is inevitable. I am becoming paralysed. Black clouds of nightmare darkness creep in. I dont wanna leave you or this world you have made for me.
The endorphins you coughed up arent helping. I am drifting away...
My blood. Radiates hormonal stench. YES YES you can smell it. Right now. Smell. My place of rest is like a transparent fog. Not making it a fog. But it goes from side to side and you can smell it. Sniff real hard so you can absorb my used and unwanted hormones without a home. If they like you they go in you and they can bring apart of me inside you.
Oh My God its sick. Your indirectly raping me. No. No. No. I dont have Sypholis but I want to give you it or another STD right now. So you feel guilty every time you do it. But its lonely. Only sad people have it. It thinks your abusing him. Dont think that. Your special, people like you, go and spread yourself. Yes, I know like the invisible man having a threesome with them. Sneaking up them. Going inside like a bat in a cave. Your just as blind, thats for sure. But you pollute them when they are at their most vunerable.
Crabby Fungus Toasties!
Like an overcooked sexual pizza at about 200 degrees. Inflating with itself. You and you are exactly like that. Your big headed and believe your the best. Your inflating with yourself like the that tasty pizza.
Stop it now. Please stop it now. Hes like the special molecules on the surface of the T-lymphocytes. He knows exactly what hes doing. He can combine and associate with the Antigen(s). She dosent even know who he is.
It not his fault, its natures. It can be compared to anything. Like saying a a "u" comes after a "q" is the same as "All Women Are Prostitutes, Its Just Some Have The Nerve To Charge Money." NOT THE CASE!!
But you just gotta play the part(y) in the cycle. You are the ones that can be compared to microscopic organisms present in every living thing.
I own a good health parlour. I can make you lose weight. I throw up and bring up my acids and other fun stuff. I filter out the bile and spit it on your belly. So it emulsifies it. The fat. I shove a double ended needle in it and absorb your unwanted, now emulsified fat. I am absorbed in digested wrechedness. Being apart of you makes me happy.
Im sick of you now. Dont probe me. Your once beautiful nucleus has been transformed into cancerous filth. But why am I succumbing to you? I cant help myself but to go back. It begun, you are reimplanting yourself across my genetic codes. I am going through a state of change. When its over you make victorious noises down my ear, like residual inhibition. What was once a memoriable stain is now a terminal illness. You are now in control. But being apart of you makes me happy.
Why wait when we can waste. Pregnancy >> Abortion 200,000 times over and over.
A whole body suit AND an ecto-skeleton of reviving obituary rights cant help me. On the inside or outside. I am engulfed. I pray, to rid myself of you. But your my only religion. I dream so that there might by dissapearance of the eruption. Like deflorescence in Scarlet Fever. But you are all I dream about.
No longer can I judge what is right or wrong. You have alienated me. My reactions are travelling down dark endless tunnels. Demyelination is inevitable. I am becoming paralysed. Black clouds of nightmare darkness creep in. I dont wanna leave you or this world you have made for me.
The endorphins you coughed up arent helping. I am drifting away...
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One of the best things I have read here in quite some time. I'm annoyed that I didnt get to read it when it was originally posted actually. Very well written, do another.
So, worth doing another?
Read my reply again.
Read it closely.
Read it closely.
Fishing Shmishing!
I wanna know wether it would get repetitive for the reader because it wont for me. I dont fish. I am.
I wanna know wether it would get repetitive for the reader because it wont for me. I dont fish. I am.
Stop fishing for compliments and write.
Oh, and pass me some of what you have been smoking.
Oh, and pass me some of what you have been smoking.
Not sure wether to do another or not.
Yay or Nay?
Yay or Nay?
He swore, I want him banned.
Good s**t. A whirligig of rewinding spider shambles. Good s**t. I said it twice.
This is captivating. And insane may I add.
Oh MAN that's some good s**t!
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