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wear the shoes

by michelle-reicks

don’t worry about decisions anymore. I can think for you. Here, buy this brand of tampons. Watch me now. It’s more absorbent. Here, stick them in your ears. You’ll have s o f t e r t h o u g h t s. Pillowy white fluuuufffyyythoughts. You don’t need your brain anyway. no more thinking, I can think for you. here, watch me now. Look at these happy plastic assless women wearing delicate bras, so beautiful. Why don’t you buy one? they’re uncomfortable well you’re ugly, unwanted, but you wear what you want. Wear this bra. Maybe it will keep your heart from aching. You don’t need your heart; I can feel. I can feel for you. So watch me. Hey, look here. Buy these shoes. They make your legs look like celery stalks, but your husband will “do it” with you again. That’s what you want, right? right. Put them on. Please your man, make the food, wear the shoes. Don’t think. Please your man, feed the kids, do the work. Wear the shoes. Don’t you dare think. I can Think For You. Aptitude is overrated. Your biggest asset is your body, bereft of a brain. Don’t think. I can think for you. Wear this. Buy that. Spend your husband’s money, make him happy. Please your man, make the food, wear the shoes. Now, for your anxiety, take these pills. Three little blue pills, one big orange pill, one little white pill. This one makes you skinny. This one makes your teeth white. This one makes you dumb, this one makes you numb. Don’t think. Don’t worry about where your husband is. He’ll probably come home tonight. There is no divorce on TV, so it must not exist. Don’t think. Oh, you poor little vagina woman. Tiny, powerless drone robot. Don’t think. Robots don’t have brains. Dolls don’t have brains. tits, ass, pussies, legs, don’t have brains. Close your mouth. Don’t speak. I can speak for you. That bra is uncomfortable? Shut up. You want me to wear a condom? Shut up. You want to be yourself, with the brain, with the vagina, with the breasts, with the child. You can’t have all and be free. Choose. Don’t choose. I will choose for you. Please your man Make the food wear the shoes There will be no discussion. There will be no negotiation. There is no rape on TV, so it must not exist. No thinking no thoughts no brain, just tits, ass, pussy, legs. wear the shoes, please your man, make the food. Eat. Sleep. Breathe. Work. Die. Recognize the regulations, recognize your place. Your /place/ is in the shoes, those d e v i l traps eating your sweet feet. all the time--wear them They are comfortable. They are sexy. don’t think don’t cry don’t moan whisper whimper Shut up. Don’t speak. I will speak for you. Clocks, computers, tits, ass. You Are Nothing
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michelle-reicks
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Jun 1, 2011
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