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You, in the schoolyard I am ready to kill and no one here knows of my loneliness Red welts on white skin I hurt you and you cry loudly Now you are scared and I am ready my black blood soils your dress Your white flesh excites me so I am just a gigolo your white flesh enlightens me My black blood and your white flesh I get hornier and hornier from your screams the cold sweat on your white forehead hails into my sick brain Your white flesh excites me so I am just a gigolo my father was exactly like me your white flesh enlightens me Now you are scared and I am ready my sick existence cries for redemption your white flesh becomes my scaffold * in my heaven there is no god Your white flesh excites me so I am just a gigolo your white flesh enlightens me my father was exactly like me your white flesh excites me so I am just a sad gigolo your white flesh enlightens me

I was deep sea diving with a friend, the water was cold and we were scared. But we made it and ascended very slowly to the surface. Once up, we said "We were scared and not sure if we could do it but we did". We took our picture next the the submarine's propeller and climbed on it. Once on it, it turned into something like a whale and started moving. I was on it's back and I had to dig my fingers into it to hold on. It was so hard but I did then I relaized I had my phone in my hand so I had to put it in my pocket so I could hold on better and not lose the phone. So as it was moving, I unbuttoned my back pocket on my shorts and got the phone and was able to button it back up all while holding on.

I was at a High school party with all of my friends. Eventually we were all drunk and had the idea to go skinny dipping in the lake. While I was out in the water with everyone I began to freeze and I felt something on my toe. It then pulled me under the water and I could not breathe all of a sudden I had a rescuer and It was another boy who had been out there with all of us skinny dipping. He had to give me mouth to mouth CPR and then I finally woke up all of sudden. And we were laying there naked out in the cold. Then we went back into the house and continued to party longer but we just had a weird draw to each other so went upsatirs and we had sex and madeout

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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