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The holy title. Give me one. Now. FUCKING. NOW.

BOOM BABY!!!!!!!

A town, a city, crawling on its belly, whimper, a wounded dog. Crying through broken, stinking teeth, bits of garbage and refuse snarled in its maw, gifts from the People. Scars on its belly, showing the signs of hard love, the desire of the People. Busying themselves with piss and blood, seeping sores they gave themselves. They can't be bothered with the rest of us, trying to get past, to get out. Though their infectious mire runs downhill into the water and is eagerly drunk by those at the bottom, the beast demands more. She writhes against broken glass, brown and green and yellow shards of beer bottles and flashlights, dragging herself across the scorched sand. Her ecstatic pain is a howl in her throat.

She presses her muzzle into her grimy fur, nipping at the ticks walking too slowly and talking too low. Her hot, rancid tongue lolls out to lick at the faces of the old and the young and the sick and the weak. Her voice is a caramel shell over a putrid lake. Sweet words trickle into the children's ears, "You will work and toil and suffer for this. All you want." Her kind words are a privilege. The People smile and cry and thank the beast, thanking her for teaching the children. So the beast crawls on, the screaming and the laughing driving her mangy legs. The People know that the sacrifice has been has been accepted, know that while their children will have a better life, they will still be safely the same. The People are so grateful, ignoring the filth that slithers inside them from the grey water, the piles of shit the surround them. Everything is okay because they're alive. Right? Who can ask for more? But one day the beast will die.

So...what then?

Found a helpful poster today

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That was supposed to be my cake, dammit!!!!

I'll have everyone know that my ass hurts like the back of a VW after the entire cast of Roadhouse has had their way with it and each other.

And because I'm a glutton for pain of the female-inflicted variety:

 

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RIGHT OFF THEIR HATS!