I am Diaper

• Published:November 4th, 2008
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    Hmmm… an uneasy feeling that something is not right.By the dim light that now comes through the sides I can make out, well, I’m not exactly sure what it is. Wrinkled and withered, covered in moles and discoloured skin, along with grey wiry pubic hair, and with the smell of a thousand year old training shoes couples with the breathe of death itself.Then, when opened, the first thing I see is an old, old cunt, followed by an old,old face. Can’t really tell the difference. Looking beyond this into the room, I can make out lots of old people. OMFG. Somehow I’ve travelled down the wrong wormhole and ended up here, to be used by oldies. Let’s hope no-one dies whilst I’m on the job.