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Join Date: Oct 2013
Location: Oslo
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![]() ![]() "Paging Dr. Octagon, Code Blue in Sector 19" a clear understatement, saying it's too blatant to have my patients chained up in a basement I will rather show them the pains of erasement the despair gives off a faint scent, kind of fresh it's time to test, how to dissect mind from flesh Im inclined to press all known bounds of biology mind to matter reveals all grounds of psychology observing heart rates no longer oscillating stable lie down, the doctor is able at the operating table vital organs kept functioning by propagating cables now off to a blissful start, first check the list of parts don't resist, be smart, just lay still as wrists departs your legs shaking dude, so I have to break em too Im pulling at the source of misery, like aching tooths it may seem cruel, I feel need to induce more harm as the pale skin is teared along with your forearms the success so far: four limbs reduced to four scars placed em in some old jar, where I dumped some feet anatomically speaking, currently your're a lump of meat my patient: a clump of beef - that's a proper diagnostics it seems noxious, as I rip out those optics by the sockets blood sucking tubes and wires keeping things functioning your chest is where the juncture is, your lungs puncturing now I get to chisel away your face like a drunk sculpturist the whole facial structure rifts I guess the scalpel works.. so, now the pain starts.. I hear crying, gotta remove that lame talk, with a chain saw through a plain straw, faint breathing, noises in weird forms the last thing you ever hear before I chip away your eardrums I could do this all day, at this leasure I must hack for pleasure disintegrate your back for measure, then put you back together rinse, repeat, missing relief I bet you would be grinning teeth your chin decreased, all thats left of the mouth is minced meat stuck in the cerebrum, a distressed consciousness, cold, serious the medical experiments made physical agony your sole experience you want to die desperatley, sorry.. but don't take it personally your brain linked to a machine, observing stress levels for eternity |
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