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The need to jam things into my gums is insatiable and the need to find new things to push between tooth and gum below/above is one like a needle, more like an itch. Nails on fingers eroded by my canines trying to get a clean cut of nail, just threw the nails away by mistake though, put the storage m&m packet in the bin. Gums sitting trembling, naked and woefully unpicked to satisfaction.

I have not showered in a few days and I smell; a not unpleasant sour tang of uncleanliness, satisfying in the same way that shit smell is, or dick smell is, not as strong as those at all though, just an aroma. Oh there it is, caught it again. Not sweat or anything. I get the smell usually on long nights working, which this is not. I tried to put some rice between tooth and gum to no avail. Ah it is stuck now in an angle most painful, ow. I am sure I shall find a way to remove it. Ahh, it is gone now after some prodding with an old nail. Gums soaring wonderfully with this relief. Put the rice grain in the bin, for more can be found at the bottom of my backpack. I thought they were insects at first.

Observed my teeth in the toilets of the ground library floor (somebody else was in the others). Nice triangle between my bottom right middle tooth (not left of right bottom canine but left to the one that’s next to it, what’s the word for this?) That grows redder and larger. It is now a permanent black tringle and gap between gum and tooth, for I enjoy picking this spot often, indeed it is my favourite spot perhaps. It is very accessible, and the gum around it fits the curvature of most nails like a jigsaw piece. I only really pick the right side of this tooth, as it is tenderer and, as clarified, convenient. It is also an easier spot to hit with my right hand as opposed to my hopeless left. I can push nails to and fro it with ease, deeper into the gum like filing, or sawing into it like, not into the gum but like around the tooth, as if trying to mine around a valuable rock and dislodge it. I do of course hope not to lose this tooth and actually dislodge it, but the feeling of prodding in undiscovered areas below it is most pleasant. How I would love to drill a tiny hole directly below the tooth and force air and saliva through it with my tounge, that is plugging the hole by pushing spit and shit out and through, and releasing this pressure and burden with a powerful sssuuuuck, urinal flushing (surely there is a more romantic metaphor to describe this pleasant ssssuccccck sensation, of course the release is similar to orgasm, but that is a pssssh, not a sssusck). But thus I do not have such a drill.

As for the rest of my teeth, yes I should see a dentist, for I have not in years now, and my back teeth are very discoloured, and I do not notice this for they do not show most of the time. They are gritty, and yet regrettably when I scrape them I do not yield any yellow sludge (not sludge, not sludge in texture at all, but the reader will understand me).

poo poo pee!
poo poo pee!
pee pee pee!
pee pee pee?

poo poo poo!
poop poop poop!
poop pee pee!
pee pee poop?

PEE PEE PEE!
POO POO POO!
POO POO POO?
PEE PEE PEE!

"Aw fuckin' hell" i muttered to myself, maybe to god. This whole fuckin' world is falling apart around me.
My life is done. I spent my last penny on a failed wrestling course, my wife ran off with her boyfriend, and i'm going to end it
"My name isnt important, you'll pay." i said to myself, maybe to god.

Dear diary,

WHY?! WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME SO WITH THESE JEZEBELS? My one single wish is to be left to my own asexual devices, free from the thorned grip of perverse tempation, unclouded or swayed in my noble search for intellectual playthings of the mind, yet by your hand I am endlessly titillated by these vixens with their prodigious hips and provocative figures. Can I never satiate this thirst, will I ever know the touch of a woman and enter between her loins? Will these hands ever feel a woman's swaying weight in their open palms? Will I ever know a plump, ruby pair of lips perched betwixt my shoulder and my ear, whispering "I want you, I want you now" in that chocolatey croon I know so well from dreamtime? Will my seed ever drip from her moistened hole, indicating the completed unity of our unhinged sexual impulses? Life is a constant hell. Day in and out the tired red eyes glaze in some attempt to shield me from these images. I am floating in the blistering heat of my id's vacuum, castrated and blinded by my wretched libido. No wonder I resent women so.

Signed,
user-kun

>Americans have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth
you are an honorary American even if you refer to the restroom as toilets

I live down the street from you've noticed me, I've never seen you
Wonder what the fuck I do
Listen up, you nosy bitch, listen close
My most recent purchase, old black rope
Gonna learn how to tie it, hang it in my chamber
Perfect reminder occult I'm made of
Come try it out whenever you wanna

Last night, three thirty in the morning, Death on my front porch
Can feel him itching to take me with him, hail Death, fuck you waiting for?
Like a question no one mention, he turns around, hands me his weapon
He slurs, "use at your discretion, it's been a pleasure, Stefan"

Most of us would take theatrics over comfort any day, that of sitting in misery with perfect music, rather than live a happy life with no music at all. This because music provides something that even the best life cannot, and that is "something else", something higher ... Hence we love the pain because it gives us to context we need to feel something more, something that we are impatient to wait for, lest it not actually exist.

I wrote that only three days ago and I'm already ashamed of my pseudness :'(

>I like music.

reads like Death Grips