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twotwofive and chud
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>>3772873Kill yourself and stop stalking me brown fat subhuman
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>>3772875twotwofive and chud
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#curious
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>>3772887Kill yourself stop stalking me
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I didnt read this sorry
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Being paraplegic is not academic qualification
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>>3772895Yes. But I saw it mentioned once on 4cuck. I am skimming through it and the start is rather rnca, but maybe it gets better.
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>>3772906First part sounds like reading gold sperging out
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>>3772906>>3772908It reads a little awkward
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Skipping sttaight to 'injury' is best i think, intro is just goldposting
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>. I am two arms and a head, attached to two-thirds of a corpse. The only difference is that it's a living, shitting, pissing, jerking, twitching corpse. To visualize this, wrap a towel around yourself the height of your nipples and look in a mirror. What is above the towel is what I am. What is below the line is the inert, onerously heavy, dead slab of waste-excreting meat I am fated to lug around forever. I sometimes look at people and draw that imaginary line in my mind. Do it yourself and look at how much is below it. What was once my beloved body is now a thing. I am a brutally, unthinkably mutilated human being. If you think people's legs and genitals being ground off or smashed into paste approach the outer limits of what is gruesome, you have not pushed your imagination far enough to comprehend something far more horrific.
Finally something
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>>3772969Projectinh fat tunisian. You should write a story about the absolute nightmare of being born a brown arape. Bone-chilling.
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WHY IS XE OBSESSED WITH PHILOSOPHERS STOP IT CLITTYCEL RNCA
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>>3772971My life is sunshine and rainbows
>>3772974I was right
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What a faggot.
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>>3772980I like the parts where he describes his life with disability and how he manages it and the feelings hr has about it. That's interesting, but goldposting every paragraph is jist cruel.
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> I wrote a haiku
Obsessed clittycel
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I wrote a haiku:
Shower-fresh and clean,
drag carcass on bed to dress:
hello pee fountain
If you think peeing on myself and sticking catheters up my dick is bad, dealing with my own feces is worse. In essence I am a shit midwife. To defecate I finger myself up the ass and root around and around until the shit comes out. Nuggets, smooshy, whatever it is I'm digging in it. I usually go four or five digs with five minutes or more between each so it can take a good amount of time. It can be very messy and often nauseates me. Just the other day I looked at my glove, smeared all over with loose, disgusting shit, and there was blood too, dark red, mingling with the shit to make blood-shit liquid which was running down from my fingers. But there was still more work to do fingering the unfeeling, shit-excreting hole in my living corpse. With piss-dowsing and shit-digging I practically keep the rubber-glove industry in business. Let me tell you what it's like to shit yourself when you're a paraplegic.
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>Here's the play-by-play. I scooted up to the edge of the couch to get in position to transfer onto my wheelchair. I tried to keep the now-shitty towel under my ass but couldn't so I smeared shit on the couch. Then I got on my wheelchair and smeared shit all over the seat. It was loose, smelly, disgusting shit- the fast-food cheeseburger kind. Some fell on my carpet. I went in the bathroom and of course had to get the rest out so I got on my special raised toilet seat, smeared shit all over it in the process, and got shit all over my arm as I dug up my asshole to get the rest of the shit out. More shit fell on the floor. And when I say I smeared it on the wheelchair and toilet seat I'm not talking about a little. I'm talking about go buy a container of icing, put the whole thing on your bed in one glob, sit on it, and then drag your ass across the bed. So after the shit-digging, it was back on the chair and into the shower which of course involved smearing shit all across my shower bench. I washed the towel I had been sitting on and my wheelchair seat-cover in the shower because I didn't want to make shit soup in my washing machine. There was a lot of shit on them so I had to smoosh it through the holes in the shower drain with my fingers. Then I got out, nice and clean, did laundry, wiped the shit off of my couch, cleaned a great deal of shit off of my toilet seat, and cleaned more shit off of the floor and carpet. All in all, it took about an hour and a half to deal with.
BRUTAL.
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>I read once that good grades correlate with class attendance. One can plausibly infer a causal relationship here as well. So my plan early on was to have as near-perfect attendance as possible in law school. Up, dowse piss, dig shit, shower, and just enough time to get dressed and off to class. One problem with shit-digging is you're never really sure if everything is out because remember there is no sensation. So I was about to awkwardly get dressed when I heard a sound and looked down to see wet, nasty shit squishing out from under my balls. So much for my class-attendance goal. And there are other stories. Waking up in a pool of diarrhea on my bed, a day-long bout with diarrhea spent mostly on the toilet, etc. And remember that I can never just get up. Whenever there is shit under me, I'm not getting up and away from it. I'm smearing it all over the place.
Embarrassing.
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>>3773024>>3773033Please please please let me kill myself i beg you please