It's A Saturday Morning And I'm Sitting naked Alone on chair.
The Light Coming from my window is very blue, The Air is Very Cold And Dry.
My Cat is In Heat and She is not Mutilated yet, So I can't Quite Peacefully Sleep.
I Don't Resent My Cat She is Quite A Charmer.
I Wonder What Should i Write About With My Purple Stained Mind And Mouth From Wine.
Then I try To Think About Suffering to Keep me writing.
The first 3 people that come to my mind when I talk about suffering is Joan of Arc, Oscar Wilde and Jesus Christ.
The first one was Burnt Alive Because She Believed in Her Cause. She Had The Coolest Dead if you compare it With Jesus and Oscar Wilde.
In Fact If you Where Burnt at the stake you would actually die Very Fast.
Sure You Would Have an Unbearable pain in Your Legs While The Fire licks Your Thighs.
But The Smoke Will Suffocate you. Humans Don't Tend to Last Long Without Oxygen.
But Now If you want to get Hardcore on the suffering part.
Oscar Wilde Died Alone.
In A Cell Out of Sadness and Betrayal and Injustice.
Love "That Wasn't Supposed to Be Killed Oscar Wilde"
Jesus Was A Pacifist, I Just Can't Believe That such a positive HUMAN Was intruded and tortured so much.
Nelson Mandela Was in Prison for Like 12 Years right? For the Crime of?...
Jose Mujica, The Governor of Uruguay. And Old Dude, Was In not only Prison, Solitary Confinement for 7 Years.
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