She loved sucking on my toes on the right
foot. Always sucking and licking on my toes.
What turned her on more than anything was
rubbing against the place where my big toe used to
be, or grand toe as the hospital called it.
It only took minutes for her to be ready and having her first orgasm. Nothing turned me on as intensely or as quickly as watching her move her body across that vaginal looking wound where my toe used to be. She would finally have my foot between her legs masturbating with my wound. Panting and gasping for air.
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I have finally seen the truth, the reality of this tiny planet that is slowly dying from our inflictions of pain and sorrow.
Everyone wants to blame president Barack Obama for everything to how painful their hangnail is and this just isn’t the case and never was the case. The man under the circumstances has done pretty damn good. I’m happy with him, well except for the fact that he is politician.
Politicians are not the beast. Politicians are the slaves to the beast. They simply feed the beast. Politicians and government are nothing more than whores satisfying the desires of the beast.
We are the food of the beast. We of course are the food for the beast. We are nothing more than feed. Our hopes and dreams mean absolutely nothing. We will never be able to achieve them because we are always too busy being the petrol of the raging beast.
You want to look for hell, look behind you, or beside you or right in front of you.
I am celebrating my Medicare 100 day anniversary this Friday. What does this mean? it means that the benefits that I paid for all of my life will no longer be paying for my stay at the gulag and it will immediately begin costing me $245.00 a day. That’s $7350.00 per month. Come Sunday I will be a squatter at the tune of $245.00 per day.
Friday I graduate from physical therapy which was the primary focus of my rehab and Tuesday my wound doctor says that I am healed. Strange how everything is falling into place isn’t it?
We really can’t blame the gulag except for the fact that they have become part of the disease. The gulag is the slaughter house that prepares the feast for the beast. Remember, we are the feast that is fat and fed our poisonous gruel from the fast food corporations, the beer companies, all the poisonous food monsters out there making money off of our disease. The slaughter houses are the places of blood that kill the cattle, pigs, chickens, sheep and on and on. They don’t see these as living creatures but instead they are meat factories that are filled with antibiotics and genetically mutated corn and grains.
They are forced to stand girth to girth for the entire days of their lives becoming sick and filled with disease until they are finally relieved of their misery and killed and then we smother them with special sauce and feed our fat fasts and we become sick and diseased.
Of course we all know this already.
“Happy Medicare 100 Days! You are free. We will not help pay for your wellness anymore, well at least that which is involved in staying here at the gulag. Hope you are well. Not really going to check because, well, we don’t have to.”
Of course the beast is the corporations, the medical manufactures, fast food, tainted food manufactures, petrol companies. It’s all of the fat cats that are making money off of our misery and continue to build their own sanctuaries for when we are all dead and they are all that is left, and of course that’s the joke. The destruction going on will kill us all, even though who thought they were insulated.
Of course we all knew this too.
Maybe the thing that really killed us all was denial.
She twists and turns and groans and gasps for air from the touch of my toeless foot with the vaginal resembling wound.
I could never figure out why it excited her so but it did. She loved that odd healing where my big toe used to be. For me my foot would never look ok.
The time has come to destroy the beast and this means we will have to move backwards through each part of this infection stopping it in it’s tracks.
We will have to destroy the butcher houses.
We will have to destroy the politicians and government.
And, we will have to take down the beast.
You ask how?
The method is so simple that it makes us weep. We simply stop participating. We create our own Magic Kingdom and we stop going to theirs.
We grow our own foods. We take care of ourselves. We go back to barter and trade, we treat each other with love and respect and we teach our children science and not fantasy as truth.
What magnificent machine. Everything falling right into place.
God I hope I don’t die just yet.
cool peace
hippy mike
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