The Drama of Pain, part 1So Hitler and Pol Pot were sitting in the deepest bowels of hell when Mahatma Gandhi and Superman walk up. Now Hitler’s pretty perplexed, so he asks Superman what (ahem) the hell he’s doing here. “Well, this hooker made a crack about me being faster than a speeding bullet, so I tore her in half.” Pol Pot nods and says that’s what they got him for also, but what about Ghandi? “They told me to sit down for a moment, so I punched the bastard right in the teeth.”The Drama of Pain, part 1
that something is my selfish desire to feast on your tortured genius...feast WITH MY EYES.
they have little teeth.
*chomp*
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If you can't tell me the answer, don't tell me suicide isn't the answer.
Tell me, am I too lost, to be saved?
Do you give a fuck, if my life sucks?
There is just too much, that time cannot erase.
I scream without a sound.
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