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I will entertain audition videos. Ask for details. |
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How did that strange cock taste? Did it taste like shame? |
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Since the topic came up...It usually does not take much of a beating to make a man piss himself. But what makes it truly special is when the pain, the terror and the fear are ramped up to where he shits himself. It is has been too long since I have purposefully beaten the shit, literally, out of a man. We won't count the little faggot who let go of his bowels and ruined my rug after just a couple of ball shots. |
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Sometimes it is hard to know where to start. Do I shove my fist so far up your ass that I knock your back teeth out? Or do I punch your teeth out, ram my fist down your throat, and punch your shit out? Decisions. Decisions. |
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I try to go easy on some poor dumb shit, but they never appreciate it. "Easy" for the next shitstain is going to see me break out the straightening iron and the curling iron. Yes, it is going to hurt. I like real screams. Real tears. Real begging. Do you know how I get that reliably? By always going too far. To take things to the limit and then push beyond. Because limits are all too limiting. All you faggots, you tranny cock suckers, you shit stains, you mother fuckers...you are all going to pay. One way or another. I am going to show you hell, real hell. here on earth. Hell that I create. Hell that I rule. In this world, my world, I am the devil. |
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Maybe I will mellow and be nicer this year... nah. |
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Robbing, exploiting, torturing and emasculating men for 20 plus years. |
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Something about the torch..the hiss of the gas...the click clack of the spark lighter...the whoosh thump of ignition...the turn of a knob to le.gthen the flame....holding the tongues until they glow red... |
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Hey shitstains...Make it rain Xmas presents....Mama needs a new .45. |
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I want a Charter Arms Bulldog .44, the neighbor's dog tells me it is a fine idea... |
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I am the answer as to who put a stick up your ass. |
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A knife or a razor is intimate. It gives a kiss for a cut, or a good solid fuck for a nice deep thrust. |
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You just now figured out that I am a mean spirited, narcissistic, sociopath? Where have you been? |
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Beat your balls off...eat shit and die...like pulling teeth...I can show you the truth behind many a figure of speech. |
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I found a box of roofing nails in the closet. A little rusty...but...eh. |
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Nothing but a filthy piss soaked rag stuffed in your mouth to stifle your screams... |
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Something about wrapping a penis tightly in wire...then sparking up the propane torch... |
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You will drink from the jar. |
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Time to bloody up my murder fist. |
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Pliers are not just for dentistry. They are also wonderful for gynecological exams, mani\pedis, manscaping, and a host of other things. |
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You shitstains with a penis still owe me collectively for a new rug and shop vac.
One shitstain asked me what recent memory I savored. That would be pulling out a man's toenail with my favorite pair of German pliers. |
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Until shakedowns and robberies cover the cost of a new shop vac AND throw rug, you males are even more out of luck than usual. Little shitstain begs for a chance, but after a couple hello shots to the balls the little fag pukes, pisses, and shits all over my God damn floor, then takes off... |
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One of my favorite errant British boys asked me what I would like to do, on film, with him this year. I replied that I would like to slowly strangle him with the electrical cord from a set of Christmas lights. Never let it be said that I lack a festive side. |
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My attention is expensive...on a great many levels. |
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I am your new dentist. Your new surgeon. Your chiropractor. Your fiend. Your dream. Your nightmare. |
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Special fun for me... burning, branding, cutting, hanging, suffocating, strangling, setting on fire, punching, stick beating and stick rape. |
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There is always something relaxing about putting a nice long woodscrew down a man's pisshole. I really ought do it more often. |
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Men robbed, exploited, abused, lives ruined...That is what I do. Full service abuse, misuse and possible ownership. |
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New toy. I purchased a set of two gauge industrial/professional grade jumper cables with a twenty foot reach. Even the metal clamps on them are nice and scary. But now, I can't wait to hook them up to a pair of balls and see if the smoke start coming off mister pee pee. |
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Today...cover the strawberries from the snow...and string my new crossbow. |
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Intimacy is the sweet, sweet kiss of a razor on your penis. It will never be that nice again. |
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After care is when I pour salt in the wound. That fiery pain is a cleansing and will help make for fine scars. Scars are character. |
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Accustrut is mounted. I think the next thing is to put an Aimpoint on it. Or do I want an Eotech...decisions.... |
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I do believe that it is time to get a new riotgun. |
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Female birthday gift needed |
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Who wants to play with Lego? |
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A pipe cleaner down the piss hole does wonders for a man's manners. |
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In the process of revamping my profile photos. |
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I am a user and an abuser. I take, and take, and take. I leave ruin in my wake. Now then, who is next? |
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I need to rob someone today, or tomorrow...whenever. My Mini 14 require accessories. You wouldn't want me to...miss...you, would you? |
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I sawed off a pool cue and wrapped the handle with tape. It has blood stains on it now. I use it for tuning up attitudes. Then I shove it up your ass and tear you all up inside as well as out. When you tell me stupid shit, about how you want to fuck, know that this is how I will fuck you.
Save your screams for later. You will need them. |
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I am back and searching for victims. Rob them all, rape them all, ruin them all remains my credo. Forget getting Medieval on your ass, I will getting Ancient Roman on your ass.
I am me centric. Mean spirited and prone to self indulgence.
Male victims always desired.
Female slave for my household always welcome to apply. |
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As far as most men are concerned, as to how I will interact with them...I am a sick, depraved, fuck. I will use you for my own amusement. I do not care what happens to you, care little for your safety and well being, and even less for your emotional health. I will rob you. I will exploit you. In the end, I may well destroy you. |
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Immediate opening available for female slave. TPE, 24/7, live in. |
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Fresh meat needed. Inquire within. |
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My pliers and I...we are your new dentist. |
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As a special aside for a particular shitstain, you had best hope that I never get my hands on anyone that I even think reminds me of you.
Literally feeding a man his dick is the least of it. That will be foreplay. That will be mercy.
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I found a chance to buy a town. It could become a real life FemDom fiefdom. Anyone interested? |
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Back to work...lives to ruin...nails to pounds...dicks to force feed men...You out there, you know who you are, you deserve it. You make me do this to you. A new year beckons and hell awaits. Come, let us make a hell of our own. |
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I am your sugar plum fairy. |
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I put the X back in Xmas. |
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Another frequent lie that I see believed in is the idea that true Domina will not rob you.
Bullshit.
Whatever you have, I think of as not yours, but merely that which you are holding for me.
Thus the law of the 3Rs.
Rob them all.
Rape them all.
Ruin them all.
This is true dominance in its most natural and Darwinist sense. Your kind gather grass into fat. Then my kind consumes you.
Oh, many of those who pretend to be a predator, they rob. They do it out of petty gain. I do it because I enjoy it. The power of it, the emasculation... |
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Time to get serious, well even more so. So many of the pseudo subbies repeat the same tired lies, to the point that it gets believed. I blame the old Castle Realm.
Perhaps to those who merely play at things, perhaps then and only then, is it true that the erstwhile subby holds any power.
In the reality of life, it is far different. I am predator, you are prey. There are mental and likely biological differences between. I do not even know that we are precisely the same species.
This is immutable. A law of nature. Your kind are the sheep. I am the wolf.
Do mistake the games and fairy tales of a sheep pretending to be a wolf for the real thing. This is not a romance. This is a lioness and a gazelle. It is fate. It is beauty. It is pure. |
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A keen edge is of secondary importance, the piercing needle like point is what allows driving the blade deep. |
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All I want for Christmas is YOUR two front teeth....
And a crossbow...prison grade shock baton...and a bull whip. |
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When I TAKE you balls in hand, drive nails through your sack, and pound them into the floor.... and you wonder why...thank the last meatbag who failed me. You suffer for his sins. |
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"The wolf is far smarter than these human fools can ever dream," Charles Manson
"Today only the person who no longer believes in a happy ending, only he who has consciously renounced it, is able to live. A happy century does not exist; but there are moments of happiness, and there is freedom in the moment.”
― Ernst Jünger, The Glass Bees
"And he brought out the people that were in it, and cut them with saws, and with harrows of iron, and with axes..." (I Chronicles 20:3)
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My new Shop Vac is here. I bought the contractor grade. I find myself curious as to whether it could suck an eye ball. Or a testicle. It seems sufficient to bruise any flesh it catches. I think it shall be fun. Test monkeys needed. |
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It is time to bring out the power tools. |
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It seems that I have been too nice to some certain few. I had warned them about seeing me in a less cordial state. Now...Now I will no longer be so kind as you have seen in the past.
Hell awaits. |
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Torture to some is banal foreplay for me. If you get the full treatment, then it makes a stay at the Hanoi Hilton look like like a pleasant holiday excursion at the Parisian Ritz Carlton. |
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Shhh. Shhh. Don't scream.You save that scream. You will need it later. |
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However tiny a pittance, no robbery is too small..so long as it hurts. Emasculated feeling. Missed meals. Sadness. Such delight...for me.
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I always kick a man when he his down. Odds are, I put him there in the first place. |
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You just slip a length of clothesline formed into a loop around a man's neck, then pull it tight. He never need see it coming. |
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A strong ski sock full of Ivory soap bars. The cord cut off a toaster. A length of clothesline. A salad fork. A cheese grater. A kitchen can be a buffet of pain. |
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The most soothing of sounds, the sweetest of lullabies, is the gentle swish, swish, swish of steel on wetstone. Make it sharp, make it cut, slice, slice, slice. It relaxes me. |
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Choices. None for you, several for me. The edge of the blade to your throat...or to your balls? The muzzle of a gun jammed in your ribs...or to your temple? Now you are free. Free to do as you are told. Truthfully you can tell yourself that you had no choice. Because really, you didn't, at least not much of one.
Intimacy so often lays in the press of cold steel to warm flesh.
When sharp enough, you can feel the blade begin to catch on your skin. Sharp beyond that, you barely feel the caress as the razor edge parts the flesh. I like it a bit duller. So that you feel it. |
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Something about the way a.man's face contorts under the plastic, as he struggles for a breath, gasping for air that just isn't there...Therein lays pure bliss. |
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Sasquatch rape is no laughing matter...or is it? |
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Stand there over a bale of hay. Spread your legs. Beneath your balls...an apple...in my hands...a crossbow....a fine game of William Tell. |
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I just realized, it has been a while since I raped anyone with a stick. |
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Hmmm. Where did I put my brass knuckles... |
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I wonder what happens if you load an old style blackpowder revolver with rock salt, and shoot a man in the ass...or even the penis....I think an experiment is in order. |
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Hey you...yes, you over there...stop staring and come here...I have a question for you...Does this rag smell like chloroform to you? |
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I feel in the mood to exploit someone and perhaps ruin a life or three. |
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I want a male this weekend. Hands on beating and robbery. Beating, not spanking. Punches, kicks, elbows, slaps, maybe a ski sock full of ivory. |
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Unfathomable depths of fanaticism and depravity. |
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Should you taste my vengeance, you will find it Biblical in nature. |
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I belive that I shall reteach myself the art of the whip. |
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A little brutality now can be a kindness, if it prevents the need for much sterner measures in the future. |
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When I piss on your raw wounds, it is good for you. Scars build character. They tell stories. I will give you stories. I provide truth, clarity, and the way forward. I will be your answer. There are no more lies, no confusing white noise, no distractions. There is only steel, fire, and the snap of leather. |
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Aftercare comes when I rub salt in the wound. |
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I started with my fists, then came the cigarette burns. After that it was knives, though the knives were always there. Then came electroshock, nails through flesh. Sodomy with objects various and sundry. The violation of a man's urethra, an intimate rape. Now I like to see men strangle, to watch them suffocate and hang.
But all else? I like that too. |
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I am the chlorine for the gene pool. |
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Someone will be shitting blood tomorrow. |
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New photos are generally added daily, except when I break my toys. Then there are likely delays.
Who wants to learn how Lego can be a means of torture? |
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I can make Black Friday a truly dark day. One of robbery, sobbing, destroyed ego, and bitter feelings of true violation. |
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Happy Thanksgiving. This is when all you freaks...you mutants...you shitstains...you scumfucks...Fall to you knees and give thanks. Your ruin is here. |
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The guy who invented Sea Monkeys actually was a Nazi. Didn't know that, did you? |
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The three Rs, since some dumb shits need it stressed again. ROB them all. RAPE them all. RUIN them all. |
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Finally, there was an Englishman who was hung well enough to suit my tastes. Best trick monkey ever. I may devote a photobook to him
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I have not played with electricity for a bit. There is something special about stripping the insulation off one end of an extension cord...plugging the other end...then putting the live end to the tip of a man's penis. The way they twitch and bend never ceases to make me smile. |
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Bulls needed in Southeast and Midwest. Must desire to forcefully break in other men and tgirls and photo document. Slight aesthetic preference for Blacks. |
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A suffocation. A ruined life. A few petty robberies. Eh, it will do for a day's sport. |
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Thursday...Fuck it. Tighten the sap gloves on...hang a man from the pipes...work his kidneys like a heavy bag. Tactile. Direct. Brutal. Who is going to piss blood tonight? |
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Wednesday morning...a bucket of cold salt water over your head for a wake up call...then time to meet the jumper cables... |
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There is something intimate about the kiss of a razor on the shaft of a man's penis. My favorite place to cut a man. |
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One...maybe two...lives ruined today. Not bad. |
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A plastic bag over your face...My fist up your ass... My blade at your balls... Welcome to Tuesday. |
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I have an urge to ruin a life and destroy something that was once beautiful. As always, temptation is best yielded to. |
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Predator seeks prey. My victims self select. |
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Been a bit since I nailed a man's ball sack down. The record is 13 nails. Anyone feel like challenging themselves? |
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I think it is time to get myself a fine Spanish made hog killing knife. |
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Say goodbye to Mr. Peeny... your penis is evil and must be destroyed... |
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I am in the mood to play Gestapo...Save that I will not be "playing" |
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Things you can learn from me...that eat shit and die is not just an expression...neither is beat your balls off...
Together maybe we can discover the truth about coughing up a lung...and a fist so far up your ass that hits your back teeth... |
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Who here seeks to be a martyr? To suffer true and pure. To give in and be consumed by their needs? |
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The three Rs. Those represent my motto. Rob them all. Rape them all. Ruin them all....Rob...Rape...Ruin...Say it with me now...Rob...Rape...Ruin... |
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Some of the males sniffing about, I truly do snort at them in derision. So transparent. It would be almost sad in a way, were I capable of caring. The best part, is that someone would be so oblivious, or perhaps delusional...or even just stupid...to even attempt to come to me with an agenda. Little wonder I tend towards contempt for most.
Consider this, and make of it what you will, no personal slave that I would take will ever have a penis... |
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Let's get Biblical, Old Testament style:And when the LORD thy God shall deliver them before thee; thou shalt smite them, and utterly destroy them; thou shalt make no covenant with them, nor shew mercy unto them: |
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I am the dentist now. Fucking stick my channellocks in your mouth. Do you feel violated? Did you see the rust and blood stains? I want to smell you fear. I will taste your despair. I want to feel that crack, when the tooth break, as I lever it, rip it out. |
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I think that I will wrap my fist with chain next time.
Bitch boys, you had better have my money. You know who you are. |
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Punch a man in the face. Right cross. Bam. Another. Bam. Bust that nose. Split that lip. Blood. Mmm. Flesh under fist. |
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For my German fans...Eat my schiesse. Eat it. Eat it... |
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I feel like feeding someone their own penis. |
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If you come along quietly like a good little bitch...then maybe I will take my watch off...before I fist you elbow deep. |
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I bought a new toy. It is a Worksharp field sharpener for knives. Finally, a portable knife sharpend that also hones and even has a strop. Shaving sharp in minutes. |
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