Heinous Love and Romance. Chapter 1
Like clockwork, The Fucking of one's self is never ending. This is my witness to the only way humanly possible to explain the Dildo Chronicles. All of this takes place directly over the center of the Earth. What I am about to reveal to you is the destructive and dysfunctional aspects of love and romance. You can call this a true life love story. Two people meet, they realize they are attracted to each other, have sex, start going steady, considers the term "item". Now for the math. As natural as breathing, each person is in hiding, fronting per say. Affraid to reveal there true selves and most of the flaws involved. For females, this time of fronting usually lasts anywhere from six months to a year and a half, then she may feel confortable being the real her. Males on the other hand are a completly different story and may never quit fronting (a woman can fake an orgasam, a man can fake an entire relationship). If the man has a(best) male friend/s, behind the females back he will act macho, insensitive, bragadoccio, to prove to the guys that no woman is in control of his life. Behind there backs he will usually suck up to the female like a bitch. Most all guys want the hottest trophy female geneticly possible, when they aquire there property they change all aspects to wanting there female to be fat and ugly so no other man would think of looking at her. He usually knows for a fact that if his female is alone without him around to monitor her every move, if she comes in contact with any male or female for any reason, like magic his female becomes a total slut without any self control or shame and instantly ends up with another mans penis up inside his woman. He just knows it, cause he knows how he is when he is without his woman around and lives in in total fear of the same shit being pulled on him. Heres some more math. The female eventually becomes tired of the bullshit and somehow so does the best friend of all things. The female almost always ends up wanting to get with the understanding and compassionate best friend. Bam! they fuck, and fall helplessly in love, the heartbroken guy will allmost always blame his best friend for his woman leaving him. Denile becomes his true best friend.
Followers continue anomolus behavior. Chapter two.
Anomolus behavior patterns easily identify followers of the pipe. As I have mentioned previously the nocturnal nature does not mean that you see them only at night. Many are seen in the day and can be easily identified by none of them have a job or want to work, also by there abnormaly paper white palor contrasting heinous sores and scabs. They all consider themselves expert glass blowers and own a propane torch. Another tell tale sign is most obvious, you can smell them a mile away as they abandon all personal hygiene, never showers or bathes, black-rotten/few if any teeth, wears filthy clothes. Many will show no emotion on there face and have zombie like stare. Most commonly if they speak they say "can I borrow twenty dollars" or "how about ten dollars" or "come on just give me five dollars" usually the very first encounter. If by chance you give them as much as a quarter, they will seek you out in droves as each one tells others that you have money to give them. There is no way to stop the cycle of begging unless you leave the area forever. Never ever let even one of them in your house. They have the magical power to make anything dissapear and will return in droves even if told to never return, all hours of the day and night lurking around windows and doors. They are completly driven by the pipe. They will steal anything except food, it is worthless to them as they never eat. It is even worse to call the police on any of them as they are followers of the pipe as well and protectors of it's dominion. Another mysterious factor is that they are always fighting with each other being complete blood enemys one day and being buddies the next. They have a code that supports this mystery of duplicity that goes like "Got any shit?" And the bitter hated enemys become instantly as friends once more sharing the pipe together in private ritual. The pipe bonds it's followers in ways thats unexplainable and mysterious. To the legions of followers the pipe is God. I ask the questions "are they human?" if so"do they have a soul?" and this pipe they follow "how do they worship it as God" These are the unexplainable factors of the fucking ones self in the never ending saga, The Dildo Chronicles. Next chapter "heinous love and romance"
Chapter one. Followers of the Pipe. Are they human? Do they have a soul?
Like clockwork. The fucking of one's self is never ending. This is my witness to the only way humanly possible to explain the never ending saga of the Dildo Chronicles. Like a disturbing dream that that takes all of your might to wake from. You may in fact choose to not remember the reality of. But without need of you this nightmare is all to real to many and without any mercy or care. All of this takes place here in Southern California. The exact location I will not reveal for now. To the eye the setting is peacefull and beautiful. To the soul, it's corrosive and hollowing. Like the nucleus of a spiders web fanning out to capture all that don't see it and be fed upon. There are many that follow the way of the pipe. The pipe holds dominion, and it's subjects become zombie like. Vampires per say. Nocturnal and little need for sleep they surround there entire existence in a seemingly endless cycle to keep the pipe appeased. For without the pipe, It's followers helplessly fall into a coma like state of sleep and may not get up from where they lie for months or even years. This curse of slumber can only be broken by it's wicked and sadistic creator the allmighty pipe. To be continued.
