Bane of your existence

It goes like this. I write something, you add on to it, I (or anyone) adds on to that and so on. If anyone's down I want to do it; I try to do it with my ex but she always f*cks it up.

pheurton

I'm in.

Bane of your existence

I sat there, screeching at god from behind an Outback Steakhouse. It was the height of fulfillment. I stood on a mountain top amongst the suburbs, screaming at the top of my lungs. The spike hit my arm and filled my veins with ambrosia. Steal and flesh making love with narcotic lubricant. Skinny and unshaven, I stand there, my eyes bulging from the excitement. My shirt hangs loosely off my body, my skin does the same.
There were strange passer-bys walking slowly around me, circling me. I was different than them. They saw their bodies as decorations, something to dress up so they can get fuked. My body was a tool. No, my body was a portal; a median to absorb the drugs to get from their world to mine.
My world was happy. I stood there alone beneath exploding balls of light. The light echoed off the air. My gnarled hand was still wrapped around the needle.

pheurton

My eyes started to lament the state I was in, the T.V light flickering as Disney pixar's toy story filled the room with laughter. Or did it?

holdyoualways

wasnt this done like...4 times already?

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pheurton

You've just ****ed up the momentum of the story

Kevorkian Logic

its because she's a chick.

They **** up everything.

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"it is only through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect that a certain type of perfection can be attained"

holdyoualways

it adds a little spice i think

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anticipation

Ned Kelly beat off in your Earl Grey, and you drank it with a smile.

jackhammer

That does'nt make grammatical sense. Surely whacked off would be more apt? Oh shít, I have knackered the story again...

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