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Swiss 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’m Still Breathing…

by stillbreathing 11/25/2012

written by stillbreathing

I’m still breathing, the blood is still rushing through my veins, my hands are still moving. From the outside, everything seems to be okay. I seem like a normal high school girl, with a bubbly personality, always smiling, always happy. If only they would take the time to look beneath that mask I put on everyday. If only they would go that extra step to notice that the countless scars on my arm are not from my rabbits, but from my Swiss knife. If only they would realize that their words kick me over the edge every time.

I could probably spend ages going through each […]

11/25/2012 2 comments

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