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15.12.08
rubbernecking
does anyone else get that sick swelling sense of perversion, of interest, of vertigo?
does anyone else read those shitty real-life stories in cheap women's magazines and want to know the gory details behind the words "abused horrifically" or "tortured brutally"? because i fucking do.
it is the same part of me that takes pleasure in the bruises i aquire. the same part of me that made me keep pulling, keep pushing, keep attacking the huge graze on my fingers after my car crash.
in fact, it's exactly the same part of me that loves it, FUCKING LOVES IT, when someone tries so so hard to duplicate me and fails. ooh-hoo, man, it's like listening to offensive joke, when you shouldnt and you dont but you laugh that someone dared to do it.
it isn't funny, the things you said, but its pure comedy that you dared say them to ME.
it didn't make me laugh, the way you phrased and punctuated, capitalised and checked your words, but it made me roar that you tried to reciprocate my fucking prose.
honey, sugar, dumpling, darling, love and light of my life
don't
ever
fucking
call me baby again.
whispered by killa b at 5:55 PM |
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