I was reading this cute story about sexual offenders and socks.
Really cute socks you would say, they had buttons sewn into them so you could attach some silly emotion to a lifeless piece of cloth. And sometimes they would talk too.
Of course some large mammal would have to sodomice its cloth entrails.
Picture a teddy bear you rip out for no reason. And inside is full of gore.
Halloween lips made by your inscision smiling. It's just a gory wound. A smiley one.
Entrails fall into the ground.
This happens of course since this individual got a kick into putting gore into kids toys. Sometimes his dick (most of the time)
But he was very well off. Money was just showering him. But he was so sickly bored.
He was just so bored and dude (dude is a term when you express brotherhood and you strip down authority from writing, you mostly say it to friends I guess. nobody says dude in writing wtf? Wtf falls in the same principle. What the fuck. Same principle applies.).
This particular guy though of himself to be an explendid ventriloquist:
He was the shit walking on pants you dig? Untouchable messiah like wise.
Night after night after night after night after night.
Master success. Then his fucking puppet took control over him. It would go like this.
Hey flippy( that's the name of the puppet I guess) how is it hanging
-Hey Herb How are you Doing? Why were you crying and masturbating last night? Why do you always masturbate when you Cry?
-This is not the act we planned Mr Flippy, You are embarrassing me in front of all this gentle people.
_It happened more often. It was often more brutal and humiliating. There was this time the puppet made him wear a dress at gun point. They were in a hotel room before this show, it was a big event since it was in a casino. A car show had happened during the day, He was going to open the show before some shitty country singer went on stage. He was supposed to make them happy. But he had a gun pointing on his neck.
To the people on the crowd he looked so cute and messed up. It looked like his puppet and him were hugging, Hugging through the whole show. They must love each other. The tear marks on his face didint look as bad as he was intensely trying to make it look like an act for the people.
It was all ok as long as it was all an act, So he acted his way through, Took the slaps, Was a model for ridicule, Spirit broken, Heart taken. The act was over.
Punishment was over, His lipstick smeared all over his cheeks, Red face after receiving slaps after slap.
Back in the hotel, The lights where off except for a couple of candles, The puppet was sitting on a chair.
The puppet is crosslegged in front of you. Soulless eyes looking into your eyes private void.
You are on your knees, Your pink pastel color dress couldn't look more vile. You have a knife on your hands, When you put in on your hands, You see the reflection of the doll in your looking knife.
You look down and your stomach is open. There are the worms of your body, They came out to play.
Your guts palpitate a bit still. And then you smile and look into the moon.
-Hey Herb How are you Doing? Why were you crying and masturbating last night? Why do you always masturbate when you Cry?
-This is not the act we planned Mr Flippy, You are embarrassing me in front of all this gentle people.
_It happened more often. It was often more brutal and humiliating. There was this time the puppet made him wear a dress at gun point. They were in a hotel room before this show, it was a big event since it was in a casino. A car show had happened during the day, He was going to open the show before some shitty country singer went on stage. He was supposed to make them happy. But he had a gun pointing on his neck.
To the people on the crowd he looked so cute and messed up. It looked like his puppet and him were hugging, Hugging through the whole show. They must love each other. The tear marks on his face didint look as bad as he was intensely trying to make it look like an act for the people.
It was all ok as long as it was all an act, So he acted his way through, Took the slaps, Was a model for ridicule, Spirit broken, Heart taken. The act was over.
Punishment was over, His lipstick smeared all over his cheeks, Red face after receiving slaps after slap.
Back in the hotel, The lights where off except for a couple of candles, The puppet was sitting on a chair.
The puppet is crosslegged in front of you. Soulless eyes looking into your eyes private void.
You are on your knees, Your pink pastel color dress couldn't look more vile. You have a knife on your hands, When you put in on your hands, You see the reflection of the doll in your looking knife.
You look down and your stomach is open. There are the worms of your body, They came out to play.
Your guts palpitate a bit still. And then you smile and look into the moon.
