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// the firecracker incident |
it was a small puppy... cute and sweet. the puppy that can lift your emotions with the look of an eye... it betrayed me... and that's why his skull is sitting upon my dresser as a constant reminder. he did not die in vein, he died for his sins... he chose the pathway of the sinner, and his actions call for consequences.
his spirit lurks in my home, in my body, and in my mind. he will never let loose, i shall forever be in this grasp, his determination and animosity is a death grip on my soul. he takes control. it wants to destroy me, it wants me dead, it is he... he is the savior... he is my end.
the firecrackers come in increments of one hundred. one hundred posibilities, one hundred chances, one hundred instances of pure pain. their diameter is similar in size to an average male urethra... an invitation of welcome for self infliction. as the firecracker slips in slowly, pain is to be had... mind over matter... pain can be eliminated the instant it approaches the brain. pain is an instruction of matter. the mind conquers all.
the firecracker becomes surrounded in an intense claustrophobic encasement of the tender tube. the match brings to light your own desecration... it lowers to a fizzle... an explosion... resulting in a pain that will last forever. a pain that cannot be defeated, a pain tearing at me, ruining me. once you lose control of the mind, you no longer exist. poor, sweet puppy.
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