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I used to like pulling out my pubic hairs one by one with tweezers. The pain was an aphrodisiac
and it entered my consciousness and changed my relation with the world forever. Now a confirmed masochist, I
enjoy daily trips to the butcher shop, where I strip off my clothing and stick my extremities under their sharp
razor-wire fence. Before long we'd been torn to ribbons and were dead. Our souls crawled on, but even they couldn't
believe what they were seeing. Standing in front of them was a large turkey holding a cup. He asked "May I
drink your juice?". "NOOOO!" I cried, but it was too late. All the defrosted semen was swimming down her throat to a sticky end. (pardon the pun)
