She Tells Me About Alcoholic Anonymous.
Everything Looked Like a Downward spiral, In a sense that everything was devious of meaning,
So Attending Seemed to have Some Coherency for her.
The first session was on a regular public AA.
A sad lot around. And a Big Fat Jesus Speech.
It made Getting Drunk on the lunch Break so Much More Interesting.
There was a person that Said that when He Drinks he gets drunk and Runs around Naked in his parents House.
He even beat the shit out of them a couple of times.
Others Talk about how their Lives are so much better after quitting drinking.
Fake eyed smiles, Glassy eyes and broken dreams.
They all quiver and shake after you ask them for the reason.
One of them said she was covered in Blood once, that she had a recollection of murdering a sad soul.
Blacking out and don't Remembering.
I really would like to remember If I stabbed someone multiple times on the jugular to Death.
But I'm a silly person.
The LGBT Alcoholic Anonymous scrapped the Jesus Bullshit.
That was a good Start.
The speech was a bit more interesting.
It was a speech that lacked meaning, and I believe that That's all we need sometimes.
You could meet some other Humans That Just Like to See the World Burn at Least.
Most of them just leave you with a shitty after taste from the world.
I plan to go one of this days with her With a flask filled with some Hard Liquor and pretend Psychosis.
I could say that The lord and savior asked me to masturbate in the steps of the church.
and told me that the key of salvation was cumming on the cross.
I wonder if they would believe that? Perhaps I should Invent Something like I am a male prostitute and that My anus hurt and that is hard to shit.
Or I could tell them some of my evil thoughts, I have them all the time. I have to.
If I want to turn them into a film or some kind of art right?
The Other day I was thinking about a story of a guy with a Gun.
Pointing the gun to a security officer wearing a bullet proof jacket.
I was thinking what I would say, or what would a character say to inspire fear.
The vest only covers your chest, you would be likely to survive.
Can you Imagine if somebody shot you in the dick or on your ass?
It would involve hours and hours of surgery and everybody that hear of you would pity you.
There's nothing worse than pity.
The doctors would say something like.
-Listen boy, this tube is going to go inside of your rectum to your bladder.
I do this so you don't get Urine in your Blood Stream.
You would get all yellow and Stinky, probably even Sticky.
By the way from now on you are going to pee through this Plastic Cup.
And I thought that the idea of the impossibility of fucking and the Shame were Bad enough.
Getting shot In the Asshole would make defecating a bit too complicated.
I can see the doctors sewing up your ass, thinking poor little fucker.
It would make some interesting dinner chatting at your Uncle's house.
-So I heard some fucktard blew your Ass Away eh?
Then having them opening a happy little hole in your intestines so shit can come out.
And getting it stored on a silly Ziplock bag by your side.
I would claim that I like to take pudding for a Walk.
I bet people would see a bright side. I can see a couple of friends saying that on the bright side you got another sex orifice.
I kept walking all sad, Good ways to distract myself.
