i sealed myself into a black box with walls coated in pungent fluids from the diligently dismal musings of a man with no eyes. from within this vault, the days flew into one undistinguishable hypnagogic blackmare wherein children with scorpions in their shoes and dwarves with enormous erections bulging from cheap nylon tracksuits sought to touch my chest endlessly.
from outside this vault, the man with no eyes listened attentively as my sex withered up and my hands became inverted as to offer no defense from his capricious poking in and out of my black box with his ludicrously oversized scalpel.
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even just to read this feels like committing a sin
reminds me a bit of a happy version , of a dream I had Well, 'blackmare' as you so eloquently put it my dear, In this dream, I had commited suicide, I was in a black coccoon, that I couldn't escape from,,,I had finished feeling sorry for myself, and wanted to tell everyone I was sorry for upsetting them, and wanted to come home, but I couldnt, Nobody could hear me, from where I was...and the cocoon, it was made of pity, self pity solidified, into a shell like substance...It put me so so off the idea of suicide forever, although, demons periodically urge me, I will always resist, See, theres always tommorow, and Im just too fucking curious to miss thaat one, for Our day shall come , my love...
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