That girl just killed a pregnant lady with a vacuum machine and slit her husband's throat because they bought her ideal house before she could!! What the fuck!?!?!?
Facing the television, I swallowed a handful of popcorn with melted salted butter. I grabbed the beer can and drank it. I drank soju. I mixed them in a glass jar that could hold a liter and downed everything.
AHHHHHHH!!!
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"That was awesome..."
My smile showed embarrassment as if I saw seventeen naked strangers, although I could be myself in this dark little room. Those impressed narrow eyes reflected the television. The bags under my eyes were dark rather than blue as if I applied eyeshadow.
My pale lips, my pale skin, my pale but black long hair, my pale tongue that never licked another's lips or nipples, my pale teeth because I was germophobic, my pale…nose? My pale clothing. No, I thought I preferred dark clothing? My pale melons on my chest. My pale private parts that hadn't been stained by disgusting men.
They deserved to be killed. That girl in the movie finally earned enough money, but another family stole her dream house from her!?!?
Don't destroy people's desires, bruh!!
I was overreacting because I felt related to her. I was eighteen and had a legal lady bit, but other women were stealing men around me!!
AHHHHH, I lit a cigarette and drank wine, whiskey, tequila, sake, Chinese cooking wine, dead snake fermented wine, industrial spirit…
Wait! The stomach is close to the womb. Industrial spirit is flammable!! I must drink a lot and throw a match down my stomach. My stomach would then ignite, and I would feel that burning sensation near my womb and achieve orgasm. Hot hot hot!!
It seems that desires make people do abnormal things…
No, it is okay to have desires, right? Desires are normal, so the acts of chasing desires are normal. If they aren't normal, then nothing is normal!! Time to swallow the other two bottles of industrial spirit!!
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I almost puked my asshole out of my mouth. Dang it, I was displaying the act of swallowing that lit match down my stomach without extinguishing it, but I just had to puke at the last second.
I'm germophobic, but let's leave the vomit on the table and remote.
My name is Craycray, and I failed to finish my 131.849th attempt to do what I desired.