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[missperkins]

I feel like doing something totally fucked up. Instilling the type of pain that lingers in your heart and makes your soul shrink back in terror. The urge strikes me like most people are tempted to shoot people during rush hour. What can I say? What should I say? I have self destructive tendencies that I like to keep to myself and hide in the

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[light_weight]

rape your co-workers.

This one time in Disney camp. . .

[fayded_mind]

Have you ever had a breaking-stuff party? We all went over to this one guy's place, and he had it all rigged up in a corner of the yard so that everything had a cement wall to bounce off of and a controlled place to land so no one got hurt. Everyone brought their least-favorite breakable objects, and some of us actually bought stuff just for this, and we threw it into a cement wall and laughed as it smashed to smithereens, all to the tune of loud music with a heavy base line. Clean up wasn't that bad because it was all in one spot and everyone helped. It was so great, and everyone felt a lot better afterward.

We should do that. Also, if you have any personal demons, you can write stuff on something you want to break. Smashing a particular person's name, for example. It's great. Talk about therapeutic.

We'll talk soon. Hang in there.
--K

[missperkins]

if you met my co-workers you would understand why that is a no. and a firm no at that.