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Swiss Army Knife

Let X=X

by flatus 6/28/2013

written by flatus

I got this postcard. And it read, it said:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_pcFl5BBxY
Dear Amigo, Dear Partner:
Listen uh, I just want to say thanks. So.. thanks.
Thanks for all the presents. Thanks for introducing me to the Chief.
Thanks for putting on the feedbag. Thanks for going all out.
Thanks for showing me your Swiss Army knife.
Oh and uh, thanks for letting me autograph your cast.
Hug and kisses. XXXXOOOO.

Oh yeah, P.S.
I.. I feel, feel like
I am in a burning building, and I gotta go.
‘Cause I.. I feel, feel like I am
In a burning building,
And I gotta go.

6/28/2013 1 comment

i guess its my story

by Me myself and time 6/30/2012

written by Me myself and time

I did not, you see, want to kill myself. Not at that time, anyway. But I wanted to know that if need be, if the desperation got so terribly bad, I could inflict harm on my body. And I could. Knowing this gave me a sense of peace and power, so I started cutting up my legs all the time. Hiding the scars from my mother became a sport of its own. I collected razor blades, I bought a Swiss army knife, I became fascinated with the different kinds of sharp edges and the different cutting sensations they produced. I tried out different shapesâ€”squares, triangles, […]

6/30/2012 5 comments