Addictive Waste

MarineBoatMarineBoat Regular
edited August 2011 in Life
I take my bottle of bourbon and smash it on the floor.
I storm in to the refrigerator and take a bowl of old spaghetti and smash it on the floor.
I get naked, I take my clothes and burn them. I'm already feeling that guilty sadistic rush.
I take an axe and pound everything I can, as hard as I can, taking care not to hurt myself.
I start punching the screen of my television. Adrenaline and endorphins flood my brain.
Not knowing when it will break, and knowing it eventually will. I can't stop. I keep punching.
The glass cracks and the picture becomes blotchy.
I start to cry.

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  • Mudokon FarmerMudokon Farmer Acolyte
    edited August 2011
  • MaxstatsMaxstats Regular
    edited August 2011
    MarineBoat wrote: »
    I take my bottle of bourbon and smash it on the floor.
    I storm in to the refrigerator and take a bowl of old spaghetti and smash it on the floor.
    I get naked, I take my clothes and burn them. I'm already feeling that guilty sadistic rush.
    I take an axe and pound everything I can, as hard as I can, taking care not to hurt myself.
    I start punching the screen of my television. Adrenaline and endorphins flood my brain.
    Not knowing when it will break, and knowing it eventually will. I can't stop. I keep punching.
    The glass cracks and the picture becomes blotchy.
    I start to cry.

    You obviously don't have an HD television. Get with the fucking times!!!
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