For Desperate People
chat room [private] created by StateLandish
The situation is serious. You are all alone in a world you are denying you created, with nothing to show but that flaccid thing in your hand or if you do not have THAT, like a soft offshoot of the Species, you are at your wits' end but surprisingly devoid of tears, squatting on your wetness, your head between your knees, eyes almost catatonic, staring at your suddenly frigid, clitoral ensemble. You imagine your sphincter twisting & pulsating every time your guts attempt to eat each other.
You have tried EVERYTHING and you are still on the same shi#thole. Or like that classic Fu@k all situation, your efforts pulled you out, all a-drip, and your numbed brain is starting to think about your church again?You are Freeeee and Yes! Yes! I am flyinggggg! Fu@k YOOOOOAALLL!!!!
Then, THUMP!! SQUISSSHY_FFRURT!!!
Grounded.
You look up and Heaven's Gates open a little wider and just enough for you to see a sign that read:
Peace be upon thee. You are now on a different shi#thole, BUT a newly refurbished one that is EXACTLY one meter, center-to-center, from the YOUR FIRST one.
Ah, my Jedi, because proud of Ownership are you, clinginging onto crisp and red-on-metal MEMBERS-ONLY corridor controls and that fancy wall behind your back labelled ?At Least I Am?.
You will try again to fix things yourself.
Even if KILLING THE KILL KILLS you.
BEEN THERE EH!?
NEED SOME HELP?
THEN I AM YOUR FU@KING SOLUTION. Yeah. There be rules, my rules and for good measure, I make some up along the way. AND BOYS AND GIRLS, so as not to invite Timewasters, Psychos, and that perennial Whiner Extraordinaire, There be a price to pay.
TYPE AND TALK.
NOW.
AND HOPE I AM NOT IN THE JOHN
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