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I do not have scabies in my vagina. That was all Sicily's doing. She is a filthy, filthy whore that will be punished accordingly.

It was my birthday last week. Thank you for the happy birthdays and all that.

today i found scabies in my vagina.



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isn't Sicily simply charming? She coins wonderful phrases and scenarios such as 'finding scabies in my vagina'.

I'm still not terribly excited about my birthday next week.

she said you're such a cliche, and walked out the door.

her hand still hurts.

update:

5 4 3 2...

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Fill in the blanks with something trite, something borrowed, something blue? Properly destructive, delightfully misanthropic, deadly deafening noise.


This time of year...this time last year...this time next year. I've never been one to panic on coming of age, those inevitable chronological changes. Silly really, other things to focus on rather than something you can't avoid.

She doesn't like crowded...
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and once upon a time, she kept pretending.

Once upon a time, there was a girl.

Sometimes, I think you are an infection.

A distraction.
A motive.
A virus.
An insidious crack in my core.

I don't like thinking of you.
I don't like the need, the want, the broken membrane. I don't like the compulsion, the fracture of the senses. The horrific mental imagery that generates itself, repetitive motion, the vile exchange.

I don't like the voices I hear through...
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for fuck's sake.

It says hell is other people.

Meet Martyn Jacques, a white-faced depraved individual that plays the accordion, sings about smashing babies' heads, and on occasion takes photos of fucking inflatable sheep. His band, The Tiger Lillies, has shocked and offended audiences for almost 15 years, and he is now playing a Broadway rendition of Heinrich Hoffman's Shockheaded Peter, a 19th century collection of children's tales designed to scare youngens into submission....
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