OK, I already know I am a sick fuck, I don't need to be told again, and I ain't repenting to anyone for my sick pleasures.
So, here is the thing...
I find myself grinning when I witness another's misfortune, especially the violent kind. At first I tried to repress it, thinking I just couldn't let it exist...but hell, I am going to embrace my Inner-Alex.
I know I am not the only sick fuck here, so make me grin Barbeloids . Give me your bone-crunching good times, not just that BDSM shit, but good old-fashioned violence. Violence for no reason. Violence on the putrid wormlings that annoyed your god-like sensibilities. Violence on the neighbours cat, the neighbour...I don't care.
I just want to love all of me. Even the nasty, evil bits. Huggles to the nasty bits!
This way, I can love everyone else's nasty bits too.
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