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Imagine a girl named Heather. Born of two adults who had gone one too many straight shots of cheap Wilson whiskey, and drank their inhibitions away. Heather, born of a solitary, heart-broken mother who searches in gutters for the last shards of dignity broken off her protective shell of childhood innocence.
Heather, born to a mother who didn't care about her, who was too caught up in her own selfish woes to realize her daughter needed milk. Who let her daughter scream and cry in the night while she drowned out her reality with OxyContin and Percocet. Heather, who took abuse from one of her sleazy mother's many boyfriends. Heather, whose small, childish nipples were burned by the ashing cigarette of another overgrown boy in her house, having sex with her mother.
Heather, who's limitless potential was gone unnoticed as she withered away in a cheap apartment above a bar where old, cracked out people go when they've lost the sanity to truly face life. Heather looks at her mother. Heather sees an object. Heather fills the role she has seen all of her life.
Heather is 12, and in the porta-potty outside her local little league field, sucking the p***s of a 14 year old freshman boy, who laughs and giggles at his own sick, disgusting pleasure in making a twelve year old girl suck his p***s.
Heather, who gets a luke-warm, prebuscent load shot all over her teary-eyed face that never looked at life the same way again.
Heather, the 16 year old girl looking down at the pregnancy test results, seeing that ominous blue water. Knowing a growing, loving, breathing entity resides in her. The seed of human life. Innocence and beauty. The simplicity in all of us.
And Heather gets a clothes hanger up her v****a, tearing out the brain of the child. Heather screams and cries and passes out with pain. The clothes hanger being pulled out, fragments of her child being chunked away.
Heather wakes up, on her 18th birthday. In fresh make up, with a luxurious purse, a college degree, and a healthy, drug free life where she succeeds. Heather walks into her brand new Lexus, pleased with her personal belongings. Smiling, she goes to work.
Heather is spread eagle with her legs in the air, panting widly. For the first time in her life, Heather is showing her face to the camera.
Happy Birthday Heather, this is your life.
Being ******** in your v****a first thing on your bright, warm 18th birthday morning. ******** by a fat Polish man who has greasy stomach hair and grunts whenever he pumps especially hard.
Happy Birthday Heather, smile for that cumshot.
And 18 years later, 1000 miles away, her father is masturbating to the entire scene. Unaware his petty sexual urges were being quenched by the sight of his own daughter getting ejaculated on.
Oh, the beauty of life.
The Art of Life.
-- Written by Matthew Brown (harmonicminor)
 Katieisyourhomie · Sat May 05, 2007 @ 02:25am · 0 Comments |
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emo sarah: turn of your sound effects!
heart patti: im the shizz and you know it!
scream aliera: saaaraaaaaaaaah
ninja me: yah betch.
Katieisyourhomie · Mon Apr 23, 2007 @ 02:22am · 3 Comments |
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lmfao.
at the earthday picnic they have at school, the "lunch program" mascot came. he looked like a cucumber dragon thingy. well, i hugged him and as I hugged him i asked him to marry me. i expected him to say yes, ofcourse.
he said yes.
ew.
perv..
>_>
PERV ALERTS! wahmbulance
Katieisyourhomie · Mon Apr 23, 2007 @ 02:13am · 2 Comments |
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My cat is so awesome. Shes fat though, and she drools. But shes spolied and I love her. Laugh at me. Her full name is:
Phoebe Meatloaf Mallow Antionette the Second
Yah but shes my baby.
Me and friend heather made a little house for her out of cardboard and over the entrance is a pink shirt of mine we cut, and its all soft and sparkly. Then we hung beads over it. Its SOOOOOOOOOO cute.
Well, the black cat of mine is fat. WOOT does that rhyme?
Well, hope you know more about her. BECAUSE SHE EFFING ROCKS.
peace meatloaf people.
Katieisyourhomie · Sun Apr 15, 2007 @ 04:25pm · 3 Comments |
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