tghis be curl up n live in yr own pee weather. (unless yr lucky/unlucked to have company to pee with you)...

I@M NOT DONE.....

kvltlaw public sinconfession//lesson/part one//ant worship/torture.
back before my friends consisted of the crossed-eyed curlyhair, the run over, the smelly "foreigner" with weird necklaces, and the busted balloon eater, i was very much into ant torture. for many hours i would sit leggedspread picking up these little black creatures and squish them, pinch their heads off with my nails, chew them, drown them in water, then crawl the garden to find more. and as much as they would scarper i would grab them by the fistingfuls and punish them as a mighty might. i felt the GOD and the bullypig in me took over. possesion with no cent lost. trembling with power and shivering eyelids. crooked smirks and the EVILVILE. no bleeding queens hailed here anymore. she doesnt care how much i gag on her shoeoils. adn the most important thing to realise is i'm not on yrside. raising eyebrows is a plea for rape. i learnt that too late in life. but at a tender age with tender balls, i realised my wrong doings. and they cursed me! they made swapsys of my deserved sneezypleasures with horrid fireantravagingthrumyveinsandnerves pain (thats right! when you see me rubbing my arms after sneezing its not cos i sprayed snot all over myself. i'm in PAIN, you insensitives!). but i have been taught well by these sacraficed insect gods. they are and always were better than me. the shame i feel overpowers me at each hour. but one evil side conquered. its tough luck when the dice dont roll yr way. so little can be done. choose what you gamble and let it slip away learning damn all. hail ants!