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Chapter 7 maybe?: The Rape
I am but a lonely young boy. I am. Servernoos.
I begin my day on a 500 thread count silk bedspread. The silk is imported from Mongolia. They raise the finest silk worms from hatchlings, and they live longer than any other species. The silk is to make sure I dont get any clogged pores.
But the grease. It has other ideas. There is so much oil being pumped out of my skin on a secondly basis, that I am already halfway on the floor when I wake up.
I go to the bathroom. I brush my teeth for two hours, and I drink a bottle of bleach a day. My teeth are still rotten and brown, and occasionally when I get excited, a thick poopy goo squeezes out between my large teeth gaps.
The same goo oozes from my eyes occasionally. I sometimes wonder what it means. If there's something wrong with me if... I am dying. :(
My younmg loverr sits upon the dry part of my bed. My little Harold. He does his homework on the $2000 laptop I bought him. Is he only with me for my money? I will never know, because I will never stop trying to buy his love. Just in case. I bend over him and kiss him atop his boyish head. Some brown poo goo rolled down his forehead from that spot. He wipes it off and smiles at me. I don;'t know if he likes the brown poo goo, or me.
He seems to be working on his potions homework. I'm so tempted to make a correction for him, to help him to ace my class, but that would be unteacherly. I look to the side and smirk, embarrassed by my thoughts, which were unteacherly. I shake the unteacherly thoughts from my head and turn around, walking back into the bathroom. The brown poo goo coveres my face. I felt it so often that I didn't even notice it happen. I wonder how often I look this way in class, as though my face is coated in tobacco juice. I blush, and clean it away with my proactive set, hoping it will help.
It never helps. When I think I am clean...when I think I am safe...safe from ridicule from my peers and underlings...i look back into the mirror, and the process is starting over again. Brown around my brown eyes...like a malnutritioned panda bear. I grimace, and notice th =e brown around my mouth. I look like an ugly mange_diseased stray dog, ccaught eating melted diarhhea in the back alley of a hole in the wall hispanic restaurant, smiling sheepishly, trying to look cute to see if im going to be fed real scraps, only to have my hopes and dreams and ragged body pulled out from under me, and then sorely beaten with a shoddy, but more painful broom.
I have tried everything to fix myself. Exercising, wizard doctors, dietary changes, stopping my unteacherly activities, (aside from being with my little Harryt, of course ;)~), doing more unteacherly things... nothing worked. I felt as though I'd bettered myself, but I was oozing more than ever. I felt healthy though. I couldn't understand. :( I walked out of the bathroom andf gave a coy little wave to Hairy-poo. He looked up and smiled at me, brown good oozing from his mouth. I looked concerned, but he calmed me. "Don't worry, proffessore. I've been storing yours." I breathed a sigh of relief. He did not have whatever it was I was suffering from. Thank goodness. I wiped my forehead, and saw a tobacco smear on the back of my hand. I returned to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, only to see the same diarrhea stained visage as I had only minutes ago. My brow saddened under the filth.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I grabbed a bottle of comet, dumped it on my head, and began scrubbing. Scrubbing...SCRUBBING. By the time I was done, I looked like a pink slimy lobster, freashly shelled and still alive. The brown has stopped for now. I am content.
I go back out into the room, little Harley appears to be dozing. I hope to god the brown stuff hasnt suffocated him. I forgot to mention that after awhile the brown stuff, liquid as a river when running, changes, much like a pond when it is stagnant. Once a very important part of life, now a petree dish of bacterea. It gums. There, I said it. The brown stuff gums; becomes like horribel tackyglue and can suffocate a person if it is on the face too long. I walk brisquly into the room and roll harvey over. It has gummed. I go back into the bathroom and grab Windex, a horsepick and spatula. I am ready for the task at hand.
I sprayed the Windex heavily all over his face. It made a splurting sound. It reminded me of sexy times. The goo has loosened considerably, and I began scraping what I could off with the spatulala. It was like trying to scrape barely melted chocolate off of something with only fingertips. It only smeared. I spat on his face and scrubbed harder. His skin began to show through. I took the horsepick and scraped at his nostrils, HARRY BREATHED!1!11! I continued to scrape at his face, delicately scraping away the goo on his eyelids. My hand slipped. Harry's eyeball was stabbed. 8O I quickly healed it before remembering I had a spell to get rid of the gummy stuff. "GOO GONE!" I cried. The goop was sucked off of Harry's face into my eye. Harry looked so glad, even though his eye was still red.
"You saved me." Harry cried excitedly. I hugged him tightly, and cried a single tear, which healed a,ll traced of sadness. Although I now had one helluva headache from all the brown goo becaing sucked back in. I mean, shit. I already produce that stuff by the gallon load. It was like the worst sinus infection times eight thousand and twenty.
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"Of course I saved you. You are my One. Muy Only. Harlequin Bead Store in the area. I will be right back." I swept back intot he bathroom for the 43rd time that evening. There were prices to be paid for saving my loved one. I must now...milk the brown eye goo from my skull. I gingerly step into the showwer. It is already slick from this mornings milking. I put on my cap, so as not to turn my greasy black hair brown. I also put nipple caps on. I do not want them to look like chocolate chips. Now I turn the water on. I turn it on boiling, so I dont get infected.
I begin rubbing my nether regions. At first, it feels like nothing. It's boring. But then, I feel something stirring within me. My weiner schnitzel hardens in my hand, and my pace quickens. I can feel my thick brown goo sweat oozing from my pores as I grunt like and excited gorilla. If only I wasn't so embarrassed. If only I was confortable enough to have Harvey shower with me and do this for me. I think about him. His soft lips, his baby hands, his bushy hairs, his mom eyes. SooOoOooOoOo HAWT. I speed up, breathign raggedly, as though I just ran a marathon I had not trained for. I struggled with my breathing. It... IT HURT! I came buckets of brown goop. It went all over my shower. The water was hot enough to wash most of it away. I cleaned the crevices on my body with a reusable toothpick. After I had I cried and washed my shame away, I clambered out of the shower, wrapping a crusty towel around my waist.
I was ready for llove now. I squeezed a jar of baby oil (my baby oil...my parents thought itd be funny to collect it and sell it to other, more caring parents.) and rubbed it all over my body . It was a stupid idea. Because not a second after I turn the shower off, I am once again greasier than a monkey. However, it makes me feel beautiful. I open the door. Hairy sees me. I try to wink, but I slip instead. I fall on my face. Sometimes, I think it is best not to get up. Im not sure this time. I am embarasseded. But still horny. I lay on the floor, thinking about it for many days. By the time I get up, Hairy is emaciated. He was starving to the death. I feel bad, and so I slither up the bed towards him. I rub his nipples to revivbe him. They look like large russet tomatoes. I like it. Harry's eyes flutter open, and he looks at me longingly. I feed him a cold potatop and a NurtiSystem, he eats it viciously. My bangs are tickling my nose. I try to swish them out of my face, but the grease has plastered them to my forehead.