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After The Rebellion Of 2014
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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,I would like to be part of that golf course.
but ..........................thought you are one of them.......Barb, Messa, Conniie and the fourth perhaps the little
I called them pussy
Where? I don't see that trademark hat
You don't see that trademark anything
Except...is that a trademark Kleenex strategically located on the right
You don't see that trademark anything
Except...is that a trademark Kleenex strategically located on the right
Could be...I am still trying to figure out why his right hand is clenched.
corpses-pecker
said already corpses pecker
I just like to see a confused tree................even a sober one
I think I am being to regret this whole slave idea as the time of my crucifixion draws near. Having seen the young nun crucified both aroused and terrified me. I feel shame at having tormenting her as she hung from cross. I can’t explain what came over me when I did but it has crept into my head maybe I deserve what I am about to experience.
“Experience”… that is sanitizing what is about to happen to me! My dream of a romanticized crucifixion slips away as the hours pass. I had envisioned a rather grand last supper.
The reality the small door of the steel box I am locked in is opened and I am spoon-fed the bland gruel that that has packed weight back on me. I protest eating it asking what the point is. Bull tells me if I want have a chance of surviving my crucifixion I need to eat it.
It is the second time I reminded that even with a timed crucifixion there is no guarantee I am not facing death tomorrow. I feel my bowels churn and hope I don’t soil myself… again…
T
“Experience”… that is sanitizing what is about to happen to me! My dream of a romanticized crucifixion slips away as the hours pass. I had envisioned a rather grand last supper.
The reality the small door of the steel box I am locked in is opened and I am spoon-fed the bland gruel that that has packed weight back on me. I protest eating it asking what the point is. Bull tells me if I want have a chance of surviving my crucifixion I need to eat it.
It is the second time I reminded that even with a timed crucifixion there is no guarantee I am not facing death tomorrow. I feel my bowels churn and hope I don’t soil myself… again…
T
It is morning. Sometime today my body will be forever altered with spikes though my feet and wrists. I am taken from the box and allowed to shower. I’m taken to the Tree estate shop. Crosses are built here and spikes sharpened. Bull uses something he called a micro-torch to open my cunt ring. He seems pretty pleased that the IMF (I’m still not sure how they fit in but I think they are worse than Tree and his friends) still thinks that the ring cannot be opened and he has done it twice. What the fuck do I know? He slips my original tag back on and locks the ring again. I look at the black ‘C’ and feel panic well up in me. I ask if I can talk to this ‘Tree’.
Dismissing me Bull says “You can fuck him for all I care.”
I walk onto the deck of the Tree house. It’s only been light for an hour at most and he seems to have had a few things to drink.
He lights up a cigarette and I ask if I may ask him ask some things. He tells me I can do whatever I want besides running away. My mind is racing as he calmly lights a cigarette…
It seems our perspective of life might be a bit different. I take a deep breath and ask “Does this tag mean I am not coming off the cross until I am dead?”
“Don’t read too much in everything you see hear Blaire” Tree replies.
Almost boldly I demand “Will I live through you crucifying me?”
“No” he states sternly.
Well, shit! Then he adds “I’m not crucifying you. Bull and Gunner are. You look like you added a few pounds. You could make it.”
Faint comfort was that…
T
...where is Barbaria and Messa???
Dismissing me Bull says “You can fuck him for all I care.”
I walk onto the deck of the Tree house. It’s only been light for an hour at most and he seems to have had a few things to drink.
He lights up a cigarette and I ask if I may ask him ask some things. He tells me I can do whatever I want besides running away. My mind is racing as he calmly lights a cigarette…
It seems our perspective of life might be a bit different. I take a deep breath and ask “Does this tag mean I am not coming off the cross until I am dead?”
“Don’t read too much in everything you see hear Blaire” Tree replies.
Almost boldly I demand “Will I live through you crucifying me?”
“No” he states sternly.
Well, shit! Then he adds “I’m not crucifying you. Bull and Gunner are. You look like you added a few pounds. You could make it.”
Faint comfort was that…
T
...where is Barbaria and Messa???
...we can only hope...
T
T
She looks at me… Damn, 30 years ago I would have romped on her bones without hesitation… It is not fair to her to take her for my pleasure.
She asks me if she does not please me.
I wipe my brow and say “You have a big day ahead of you, Blaire. Rest while you can.”
Tree
I am getting too old for this shit as I pet Leo while licks… umm… down there while Todd Rundgren spins on the turntable…
She asks me if she does not please me.
I wipe my brow and say “You have a big day ahead of you, Blaire. Rest while you can.”
Tree
I am getting too old for this shit as I pet Leo while licks… umm… down there while Todd Rundgren spins on the turntable…
She looks at me… Damn, 30 years ago I would have romped on her bones without hesitation… It is not fair to her to take her for my pleasure.
She asks me if she does not please me.
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I wipe my brow and say “You have a big day ahead of you, Blaire. Rest while you can.”
Tree
I am getting too old for this shit as I pet Leo while licks… umm… down there while Todd Rundgren spins on the turntable…
never too old
...perhaps...
Tree spins 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida' on the turntable wondering what the day will bring...
R
Oh I just love your music selections.....