scrape me with a knife (confession of bipolar me)

quote of the day:”People are like tea bags… you never know how strong they are until you drop them in hot water.” Nancy Reagan
it’s another cold winter night, the temperature’s about -28F, the sky is clear, i have finished my dinner and now i don’t have much to do, so priest come closer and listen to my confession
1. i hate this cold place, i dream of tropical islands with big warm pools every night
2. i listened to my little baby’s heartbeat yesterday and i think i love her a lot but well i still have to wait 3 more months
3. it’s a year since the time i converted to Islam, i was sure i’d change my name to something better by this time, now with all these crazy policies, i’m sure i love my name
4. tomorrow i have an appointment with a new doc that means i’ve made my mind to take my medicine regularly, though i’m sure it wont help me much to avoid so many blue feelings, at least i wont sound too suicidal.
5. i watched cypher tonight but couldn’t see any reason for the foolish ending, may be i better watch James Bond next time
6. i love ice-cream so living in Alaska and being sick can’t prevent me from buying and eating it
7. i think i have to attend in an English grammar class, beside the fact that i have Alzheimer’s and forget words.
8. i wanna tag myself and tell something you surely don’t know, i still sleep with my fluffy toy that is not a teddy bear but a dog.
9. i hate brushing my teeth at nights and shaving in the mornings
10. in someone’s blog (don’t remember where) i saw a funny tag, it said:” grab the nearest book, open to page 123, find the fifth line and write 3 lines from there, so here’s mine:”at the molding stage, the mold cavity can be enlarged by excessive rapping in pattern withdrawal, whilst local discrepancies can result from manual patching. Low green strength and soft ramming can produce sagging….”
from” introduction to foundry technology” by Ekey, D.C.; Winter,W.P.

*. i wanted to show you my pic but hhmmm seem this foolish wp wanna fuck with me again
**. my lovely wife was hell tired of her manic depressive husband so i decided to stop acting like a real jerkass, admit to my problem that is a life time disease and do something for my own sake, so if tomorrow you saw a very erotic post, blame it on the pills. (fyi: on random occasions i write crazy erotic stories and some people found them interesting but i promise not to post it here
***. this is supposed to be my confession post so i can’t think of anything relevant to the title

“fuck me hard”, a random wet dream

he closed his eyes and tried to think of nothing and listen to the silence that didn’t exist, feel the cold that surrounded him.
he was trapped in his invisible cage, his hands and feet were tied to the metal bar of his bed. he could hear his own heartbeat and numbered breaths, he could smell dirt and the piece of clothe in his mouth tasted like blood. the headache was killing him…

loud music, people chatting animatedly, bottles and glasses everywhere, though it wasn’t too late, a few were lying drunk on any piece of furniture they could find. and he could hear the loud music, everyone dancing and enjoying her/his-self, and he didn’t belong to that crowd, for a second he thought he was invisible when a guy tapped him on his shoulder. “wanna try”.
he took a look at that guy’s hand, “yeah” and swallowed all the ingredients of his glass…..

he could hear the voices from outside but he wasn’t really sure how many people were standing out there, he gazed at the door when it banged open and 3 muscular guys with stocking masks on their faces came in…..

what will happen next?
1. those guys fucked the legs off him and he felt like a miserable rape victim the rest of his life
2. he tried to negotiate with those guys and after a few minutes they agree to give him 500$ to give them a head each
3. they were cold-blooded murderers, shot him dead and left the room
4……………….
think a bit
think
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the answer is #4 (.”wake up, wake up Keith, this is another night mare”) what have you thought? now go wash your hands and put your thing back in your pants,ok? you surely clicked on the wrong page, you miserable pervert