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you think vampires would like to go down on menstruating women?
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thats not very sick.
menstral blood is made up partly of blood but a lot of tissue too. thats why its goopy. so if vampires can handle a bunch of dead womb tissue, then i guess so.
going down on a girl who is menstruating is always fun.
i got a snog once from a boy who has jsut cut himself shaving. i came up for air with my face covered in his blood. that was pretty cool.
id like to fuck a corpse.
not too long dead, if its starting to liquify it would be a bit squishy to climb on top of, but a body dead and still and cold i think would be a rollicking fuck.
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misstree
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sabbinator, i lurve you.
haven't decided what state of dead i'd prefer a corpse in just yet.
a sick thought? not many that still qualify in these parts. some think that the romanticism in the thought of having a baby as a way of throwing a feast is sick. ('twould be the equivalent of a marriage celebration, donchaknow.) some people think that the promise that, if one of two people in a couple betrays the other, the betrayed will kill the other and eat their hands (they being the most tender part, and a large part of the Person.) some people think that cherishing chewing the tiny curls of flesh under fingernails after scratching someone is sick. personally, i think these things all have a bit o' style, some even more than a bit romantic.
me? i think stinky brown squishy dildoes are sick. but that's r_o's invention, so i can't even take credit for it.
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Sometimes when there sleeping I want to cut them..find out if they really bleed..or if I will release some demon.
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sab
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mistree my love, i miss you.
blood is nothing
menstrual blood tastes pretty much the same as normal blood, its jsut kind of thicker.
shit isnt so much fun to taste, but it depends on what they've been eating in the last 24 hours.
urine i would imagine is acidy tasting, although i dont know for sure.
and i wonder what drinking someone' s abortion would be like.
lumpy, i'd think.
i'd want to have it warm
i think cold and lumpy would make it hard and groady to swallow.
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satan satan satan
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consomme_d'foetus
sounds like snack_tips revisited
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sab
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s3 my lad, how i have missed you
im missing a bunch of satans.
my grandmother'd think that was sick.
does that count?
on her knees, crying and shaking
preying for her Dear Lord to forgive me.
thank you father, for i have sinned
and although i didnt love every minute of it
you cannot deny that it has all been a learning experience.
and i cannot think
of a single thing
i would undo
had_i_my_time_again
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Wheres the line please?
I was thinking about a few things to write but I'm not sure whether they are sick, perverted, twisted, or just plain offensive.
I'd hate to go outside the lines into that grey area of corruption nobody seems to be able to handle...
awell, here goes.
"Jance couldn't believe the stench that the heat had created. The corpse of the dog couldn't have been older than a day or two but the entropic process had left the bloated, sad thing in a state of advanced decay. He had been walking home from the dance club nursing an excitement he couldn't fulfill when he had found it, lying there on the side of the road. He bent over low and poked it nonchalantly with his forefinger. The skin broke on impact and a host of squirmy things oozed out, distraught at having their buffet so rudely interrupted. He briefly wondered what they saw in such a disgusting meal, but in a sick way, it kind of made sense. Meat is meat after all, and not only that, this meat was cooked, albeit naturally. He knew the bugs where good to eat from his younger days. Now that he thought about it, he was kind of hungry. Thrusting his hand into the moist, warm corpse he opened and then clenched his hand in a fist withdrawing a mass of writhing insects and putrid meat. He looked at it with a detached sense of sentiment and thrusted it into his mouth. He slurped and swallowed after chewing the crunchy bits of carapace that had come with it.
Not bad.
As he ate he layed down passivly next to the dog so his meal was within easy reach. He entertained thoughts of both the men and women he had seen dancing, whirling, and writhing on the floor. So beautiful the way their bodys moved. Deep scents of sweat and sex rushed into his memory and he felt himself becoming excited again. He thought of a couple dancing together in the grinding manner of the youth today and he smiled as he chewed. They had been perfect together, and he saw himself taking them both in turn, like an animal. He looked about the abandoned lane to see if any had come stumbling along and was happy to see they had not. using the slime, bile, and blood on his hand to positive use he reached for himself,then stopped as he looked over. The dead dogs right eye had remained intact and was stairing at him.
He stopped himself and smiled in the same fashion the shrunken skin had made the dog smile.
He had thought of an even better use for the corpse..."
Did I stray? Sorry if that hit more than one button, but I think it qaulifies as a sick thought if nothing else...
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misstree
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pretty much half of the_consumer by michael gira belongs here, but as i no longer own a copy, i will use that pronouncement as a way to bump this blathe. *grin*
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smurfus rex
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I can't believe I'm about to write this...
A systematic abduction of children. 9-year-olds, specifically. Mid- to large-sized city, unaccustomed to such things. Tacoma, Indianapolis, maybe Biloxi.
Half of the children are deliberately infected with rabies and kept secure until treatment would be ineffective. After that time, and over a period of days, they are placed in such places as schools, theaters and shopping malls so that they will be found by ordinary people. Tiny human Cujos do wonders for people's fears.
The other half of the children will be vivisected, impaled on pikes and set in public parks and jogging trails in lines of 4. The almost certain surveillance of public parks by police after the initial discovery would necessitate placement over the course of a single night throughout the city.
Ego and self-gratification would have to be put aside, as communications to the police and local media would be strictly forbidden. No clues and no hints would deliberately be made available to local, state, and (most likely) federal law enforcement. And just as suddenly as it began, it would just as suddenly end, with no further episodes. Ever.
Eating disgusting things? They put that on prime-time TV now. Ritualized killings? Still the realm of movies, but nobody expects it to happen in *their* town...
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impaled on spikes. nice.
reminds me of banks's _the wasp factory_.
also, the intermittent spacing in the park makes me think of what might happen if someone pissed in christo and jeanne-claude's cheerios.
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i was drawing a tiny plastic baby in my drawing class tonight, to curious and somewhat disturbing results (as is generally standard with plastic babies). this all dovetails quite nicely for my slanted mood.
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