| American Nightmare |
| Noone would have ever suspected one so young... |
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| I was a hopeful child. The world seemed full of nothing but candy, toys, and feathered hair. Curiosity and fascination were the themes of my childhood. |
| The world cared nothing for the preservation of my childish dreams. As the years wore on, so did my fruitless search for answers. I found none... |
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| The nipples of Mother Hope had run dry, even as the corporate teat was supplying ample doses of opiate nectar for the masses to suckle. As I immersed myself deeper into the marginal world of counterculture, I grew more dependent on the one thing above all that could provide some semblance of comfort in my wretched and dystopic worldview. The one thing that could recapture that sweet innocence, that Fawcett-esque beauty that had pervaded my childhood so wholly and so poetically. It raced through my eager mind, calling me, taunting me, consuming me, even as it rested so comfortingly, and so lovingly, on my ass, thighs, and matronly upper arms... |
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| Just the thought of my sugary sweet mistress, and of the pleasure that she brought me (oh the pleasure!), was enough to paralyze me in a contorted and grotesque posture of rapture.... |
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| It is from this place that I write - both disgusted by my own base and animalistic lust and at the same time liberated from the social constraints that try to moderate my passion. You may call me a fool. You may call me weak willed. You may call me a fat fuck. But somewhere in the depths of your existence, you are grateful that there is a creature like me - a misanthrope who has escaped the agony and the torture of knowledge by immersing herself in the pleasures of childhood. So continue to shrivel Mother Hope - there's a new breast in town! |
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| This bliss, this sham, did not last. As age revealed it's ruthlessness, so did the world reveal its heartless nature. Where I searched for soul I found commerce. As my small arms reached for knowledge they found only industry. |
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| More sordid details on my livejournal. |