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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

trips to STRIP are always marked by much agonizing pain. nevertheless, the sadist in me (or should i say the follicle-hating freak), repeatedly returns for more indescribably painful pleasure. someone check me into the psych ward, please.

the dangly beads surrounding the ugly fluorescent light. see how they skillfully make the place out to be a funky and tranquil one. its really just a lab of suffering and brutal torture.
attempting to embrace the pain, post-trauma
this big fat gothic looking mirror was just too tempting. ironically i cant stand people who do the whole mirror shot thing. so i suppose, at this moment, i hate myself.

explains the self-inflicted cruelty.

mar de sade gnarled at 1:11 AM

1:11 AM