There was a lovely sweet prifile from a young girl like 19 or 20, but it was sooooo sickly sweet, I just thought I' warn her about the nutters I have not seen her since
Heya girlie, My emotions are simply illusions, but these are the illusions which trick me and not those which I use to keep people away or draw them ever closer close. My emotions are deep and yet superficial at once. My tears, I cry not for the dead and dying, but for my wretched emotions leave me drifting in a semi-comatose state, forever unable or unwilling to do what is necessary to master the illusion and create the place I belong.
Lonely – Where do I belong, I have drifted where stream simply flowed down and down through this life, in which I have been many things, I have been many people, I have had labels which brand me as hot irons.
But were not these their illusions, which were required to cast me in such roles simply to satisfy their emotions. I am seen and labeled and thus am known, but what do you know. Where have you been and what has brought you to the place you find yourself.
Has the 21 years fully shaped and twisted your mind into some sort of conformity slapping the label here and there so you are categorized classified and sketched in an ancient book.
I have tasted humanity’s cock, it was bitter and unclean, but forced down my throat until I gagged and was slapped and beaten for throwing up. Over and over and on and on it went. Forcing me, making me, then finally abandoning me naked, laying in my own vomit, shit, and cum, blood dripping from the cuts on my lips and flow from the tears in my asshole.
Ah, but now the lady is here,
I have travelled onward, healed from the wounds and denying all emotion. I had created all illusions to hide as I escaped from all of my emotions in turn. Retreating, drink, Hiding, coke, fooling, amphetamines, running, acid, dreaming ganja, sedating. There were many fucking pills, lines, shots, trips, tweaks and parties the illusions became my reality.
Emotion was gone, leaving either the feeling of a slight awakening, as the drugs kicked in, but mostly simply numbness throughout the years. That which cannot feel cannot hurt. Fucking junkie, drunk, Prick, Cocksucker, asshole, dirty bum, freak, addict, addict you fucking worthless piece of shit addict. The labels return and my illusions blended with humanity’s, but now I was comfortable within the confine of that safe chamber. I had become the label as there was nothing left.
But now the lady has come
Standing in front of me naked, pale, her long black hair shining, she felt no shame, there was no guilt, there was only her. Full puffy lips, eyes as dark as night with the flickers of light reflected back as miniature comets flying around inside her; Her breasts were not large but firm with large dark nipples, she could calm a riot simply blowing softly into the air.
She stretches her arm towards me and offers her hand, beckoning me to grab it and follow her. As I struggle to my feet, I stretch my arm out and grasp her pale little hand in my grubby shit cover paw, and she leads me away. I go willingly, I must go, have to see what is there, I am starting to feel, it will be better where we are going, I experience a deep hope, joy and happiness suddenly wash through my body and connecting with my mind.
I’m really going I am fully slipping into this illusion, and feeling, not numb, not foggy, I am feeling happy.
Your profile say if I want to know something just to ask, Well baby, how do you feel about being my illusion and my emotion now?
