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I love full length mirrors because I get to see my body all of it I do not love my figure, I do not love my face. But when I find a full length mirror I stare. I Am God. I Am God over this pathetic, mortal flesh. I Am God. I can stretch my arms way over my head watch my ribs peek through Fragile, mortal bones. I could break them it would hurt. But I could break them. I Am God I picture the lungs beneath Black Blackened Because I Am God Puff Inhale Ingest Blacken, damage Because I Am God. I stroke my tummy flat, muscled. My thighs round, soft, pliant My Choice Eat Eat these fatty foods watch the muscle the muscle that made this body burn watch it disappear lose it in new rolls of fat I Am God I care not for this body's suffering. Eat more cancer from this tin can. I Am God Inhale more cancer from these cigarettes. I Am God Now crunch. Do 100. Now Run. Faster. Burn. Ache. I Am A Merciful God. I do not cut you I do not make you bleed But don't for a second think I cannot I could and it would hurt I Am God. You, body, are my subject. I will tear you, pierce you, to decorate you. Ink you and alter you Because I Am God You supple flesh, you have no say I will use you for my pleasure I will starve you for my appearance I will burn you under the sun just to see how many layers I can peel before this body gives up and is gone. I Am God I will inhale this cancer Until my lungs start to rot Because I Am God and I will choose How You Die.
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Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
I Am God
I love full length mirrors because I get to see my body all of it I do not love my figure, I do not love my face. But when I find a full length mirror I stare. I Am God. I Am God over this pathetic, mortal flesh. I Am God. I can stretch my arms way over my head watch my ribs peek through Fragile, mortal bones. I could break them it would hurt. But I could break them. I Am God I picture the lungs beneath Black Blackened Because I Am God Puff Inhale Ingest Blacken, damage Because I Am God. I stroke my tummy flat, muscled. My thighs round, soft, pliant My Choice Eat Eat these fatty foods watch the muscle the muscle that made this body burn watch it disappear lose it in new rolls of fat I Am God I care not for this body's suffering. Eat more cancer from this tin can. I Am God Inhale more cancer from these cigarettes. I Am God Now crunch. Do 100. Now Run. Faster. Burn. Ache. I Am A Merciful God. I do not cut you I do not make you bleed But don't for a second think I cannot I could and it would hurt I Am God. You, body, are my subject. I will tear you, pierce you, to decorate you. Ink you and alter you Because I Am God You supple flesh, you have no say I will use you for my pleasure I will starve you for my appearance I will burn you under the sun just to see how many layers I can peel before this body gives up and is gone. I Am God I will inhale this cancer Until my lungs start to rot Because I Am God and I will choose How You Die.
nora-agha
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nora-agha
Canadian
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
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