
Once I was speaking to God. Then something happened and I could no longer hear him clearly. His voice became muffled and faint….as if someone had diapered my ears. And so they had.
In the darkness I can hear a child crying softly. How it makes my heart ache. There is an abyss and I am staring into it. The crying has stopped and all is still. A door closes. A phone rings for the longest time and goes unanswered. Now, if only death would come to me.
Woman: What kind of underwear do you like; boxers or briefs?
Man: depends….
I am told that there exist a web site where all the ordeals I have suffered are on display for all to see. To think of all those shameful videos flying around the world. All those people looking at me, fantasizing and then jerking off. The very idea fills me with shame.
The Noble Truth of Suffering is this: Birth is suffering, ageing is suffering, sickness is suffering, death is suffering; sorrows and lamentation, pain, grief and despair are suffering; association with the unpleasant is suffering, dissociation from the pleasant is suffering; not to get what one wants is suffering – in short, the five aggregates of attachment are suffering. Fuck that! And I thought I had it bad.

God, you are great. You made the world and it’s good. Thank you for making it so beautiful, and we are sorry that we have spoiled it. Amen.
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Someone opens me up and then places me on the head of a model. I am held tighly against her head and around her face. And then, as night follows day, a guy starts to violently fuck her in the mouth. She is gagging. I see tears streaming down her pretty face. He then grunts and shoots into her mouth. She splutters, gags and vomits. Welcome to my world.
I am told that there exist a web site where all the ordeals I have suffered are on display for all to see. To think of all those shameful videos flying around the world. All those people looking at me, fantasizing and then jerking off. The very idea fills me with shame.
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After an eon of tugging and pulling, I am opened. Still sitting on me is the model, who then opens the front of me and I then see the camera lens thrust into my face. And her pussy. I quickly try to peer pass the photographer into the studio, but the camera is too close. And then, in a second, I am closed up again. Returned to the darkness. The last thing I remember is the word “Panasonic”.