NovemberPain - The Book

Honey lets just go, please, it's not worth it. She said. What's the matter pussy, your bitch holds your nutsack too? Shouted the drunk man... Accident Choice Blood

Yes ma'am the doctor spoke getting the patients mothers attention. We did find significant atypical brain wave patterns. We would like to observe further if you do not mind...

Lift it I can't it's too heavy, this thing weighs a ton! You're such a wuss. I try to lift it over and over again, but each time my mental effort gets stronger with determination but my physical effort weakens. You pussy, all your friends think you're weak. I'm not weak, I can do this. I struggle again. Arms shaking. You know I can help. I always do. The voice says. No. I say to myself. Every time I do I feel sick and want to throw up. Come on lift it, what, did you mom have a little girl or a boy? My friends shout. I can help. He said you are a pussy just like your dad says.  read more »

My mouth begins to produce a sudden abundance of salty saliva. Blood is in the air, I can smell it a mile away. Menstrual cycles are the worst. Such an overwhelmingly strong atomized iron odor. So strong its nauseating. The sight of it is ok, kinda cool even, like that of wet paint. It's the smell I can't handle...

The music in 1973 was transcending. With a little help it could take a soul far away from the burdens of reality, with a little help of course. And that help took the form of our hot distrative friend Miss Mary Jane. Miss Jane was a hot little skinny illegal thing that would come around from time to time. I didn't like her much because I would be ignored a lot and that ment not a lot of attention no matter what I did or how loud I cried. Mom would just sit there laughing it up with her friends with that funny smell in the air.  read more »