[My Third Eye is actually a Second Arsehole which my brain uses to shit all over the world...]
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Every year on Valentine's Day I get upset because I've never received a single stupid fucking Valentine's Day card in my entire life, and I think that there must be something horribly wrong with me...
But then I picture St Valentine hanging from a dead tree on a rope made from his intestines, his body gently swaying in the breeze as a pack of wolves snap at his dangling heels trying to bring him down.
And in amongst them I'm beating his carcass with a big pointy stick and laughing as I gouge out his eyes and stuff one of them up his nose.
And every time I poke a hole in him a clump of maggots falls out of him like some rotting pinata.
I think of that.
And then I feel alright.
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Every year on Valentine's Day I get upset because I've never received a single stupid fucking Valentine's Day card in my entire life, and I think that there must be something horribly wrong with me...
But then I picture St Valentine hanging from a dead tree on a rope made from his intestines, his body gently swaying in the breeze as a pack of wolves snap at his dangling heels trying to bring him down.
And in amongst them I'm beating his carcass with a big pointy stick and laughing as I gouge out his eyes and stuff one of them up his nose.
And every time I poke a hole in him a clump of maggots falls out of him like some rotting pinata.
I think of that.
And then I feel alright.
porphyria:
Thanks for the comment on my new set in MR, "Office Pet" Its was sweet of you <3!