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: LAST NIGHT— I watched a ***** internet video; a man getting halved by an Elevator. It was a slow process.      — LISTEN: I am not really sure if I want to think about it at the moment— and I certainly don't want to write it out. That would require me a stretch of contemplation                                —AND a reach to be descriptive on my part, or at least not to be redundant. No, In order to tell you about it, I would really need to Stress the details that got me: That really human kind of **** you know?           LIKE: the expressions on his face, and how closely his step brought him to near freedom—just outside that metal box. Just before it came down hard, and took 50% of the **poor ******* with it. It was the manner in which he got stuck that pushed me There, and not traditionally. Think long-ways. The exact scenario from my nightmare so far back— with a single deviation. Setting. Of course, inside my twisted anti-fantasy: it was the antagonist was suffering,  also this character I had come to know by name and action.    ...Anyway that segment shocked me. And I don't get shocked that often. It was a sort of fate that I never actually thought I would observe in person. There is always the stopping point when watching gore online and that was mine.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
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: LAST NIGHT— I watched a ***** internet video; a man getting halved by an Elevator. It was a slow process.      — LISTEN: I am not really sure if I want to think about it at the moment— and I certainly don't want to write it out. That would require me a stretch of contemplation                                —AND a reach to be descriptive on my part, or at least not to be redundant. No, In order to tell you about it, I would really need to Stress the details that got me: That really human kind of **** you know?           LIKE: the expressions on his face, and how closely his step brought him to near freedom—just outside that metal box. Just before it came down hard, and took 50% of the **poor ******* with it. It was the manner in which he got stuck that pushed me There, and not traditionally. Think long-ways. The exact scenario from my nightmare so far back— with a single deviation. Setting. Of course, inside my twisted anti-fantasy: it was the antagonist was suffering,  also this character I had come to know by name and action.    ...Anyway that segment shocked me. And I don't get shocked that often. It was a sort of fate that I never actually thought I would observe in person. There is always the stopping point when watching gore online and that was mine.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
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