We're all ripped hymens.

Click these words so see the Hymen Gallery (including the Denticular Hymen)

Cheap game

If you like peeling your coagulated blood off your healing wounds, you may want to cut yourself in various fun shapes. Lines, squares, hearts, letters and many more! You could even give your lover the chance of peeling off his or her own name!

So much

Hello, my fellow friend. There is a secret. One I even kept from you, my confident companion. A secret passed to me by my ancersors when I was about your age. I hope you do your best living with it and that you'll take your time to find someone worthy that you can trust. Trust is all.

There is a way of... There is one way of not getting your ass splashed by piss-shitted water while pooping. Put 3-4 toilet paper sheets in the toilet at start. No need for more. More could block it, but you'll live it by yourself.

I love you so much. And now I'm dying.

T'étais mou pis j'étais sèche.

Do you remember Anne Frank's description of her vagina? I do.

«Everything's pretty well arranged in us women. Until I was eleven or twelve, I didn't realize there was a second set of labia on the inside, since you couldn't see them. What's even funnier is that I thought urine came out of the clitoris. I asked Mother one time what that little bump was, and she said she didn't know. She can really play dumb when she wants to!

But to get back to the subject. How on earth can you explain what it all looks like without any models? Shall I try anyway? Okay, here goes!

When you're standing up, all you see from the front is hair. Between your legs there are two soft, cushiony things, also covered with hair, which press together when you're standing, so you can't see what's inside. They separate when you sit down, and they're very red and quite fleshy on the inside. In the upper part, between the outer labia, there's a fold of skin that, on second thought, looks like a kind of blister. That's the clitoris. Then come the inner labia, which are also pressed together in a kind of crease. When they open up, you can see a fleshy little mound, no bigger than the top of my thumb. The upper part has a couple of small holes in it, which is where the urine comes out. The lower part looks as if it were just skin, and yet that's where the vagina is. You can barely find it, because the folds of skin hide the opening. The hole's so small I can hardly imagine how a man could get in there, much less how a baby could come out. It's hard enough trying to get your index finger inside. That's all there is, and yet it plays such an important role!
Yours, Anne M. Frank »

It's coming to an egg

Cette phrase pourrait commencer un paragraphe, mais ce ne sera pas le cas.

Celine Dion creates death

I guess Celine Dion is gonna squirt a new album: "Lost in the toilet".

Each song for each step, from the fuck night to the full cover mediatisation.

The fetus tought of escaping fame but should now be realizing in heaven how selfish and a mistake it was.

In god we thrust
In gold we rush
In fold we're crushed
Infant we're lost
In blob we're sucked
In pie we're crust
In blog we post
In code we crash

Cheezy

Tobacco goes into a room (sneaky way), along the walls (no sound), into the bassinette (third step of the podium) and kills a baby (no ransom).

P.S. Yeah, I can be cheezy.

Good read or luck

Bye bye, Princess.

I love your pilosity.

It's super-cold outside.
I'm going to light a cigarette
in your bedroom.

GODDAMLIFESUMTIMES

Allright.

Good night,
You piss me off
and I love you
really really hard.

«Denis trouve que tu es une fille facile.»

Je ne prend plus suffisamment le temps de m'asseoir avec de la musique devant l'ordinateur, avec de la musique, dans l'unique but d'écrire.

I fuck mothers.

Crazy girls.
I like.