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I never would be effected by it... well not like the very first time, when I was little prepared with how this body works.



As long as I kept moving somehow, not too fast or I would generate to much heat and swet. Then the swet would freeze and I would feel uncomfortable. It was difficult... hard to move in a confined space, but not impossible.



Maybe because of this I always swet when I am hot or cold.



Being in a temp of -30 is interesting, though I always prefered the heat from the cold.

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Toxicbite29
10:17 Oct 17 2018

I have never experienced anything like that.

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At first it had been difficult. She was not like him. The little boy knew he would have to be more cunning for this plan to work. His heart felt joy when she finally succumbed to his plan of freedom.



The little boy felt for the box in his pocket. His chaperone deliiberatly being distracted by his new found friend.



He manivered his way around and for a moment, was obscured by the large wooden hutches.



His first match went out, the little boy had been to eager. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.



Not knowing the full consequence of her and the little boys actions, she had agred to his plan. All she had to do was lie.



The little boy held the lit match in his fingers and pushed it through the mesh of the first hutch. Repeating until every hutch was slowly on fire.

The little boy stepped into the old Victorian sink carefully. He wasn't about to cause the sink to tilt, and spill it's contents. Gently the little boy sat on the edge. He begain picking up some of the seething mass. The boy laughed as the goo ran through his fingers and appeared to tickle him as it dripped onto his legs.



The little boy proceded with his plan. He rubbed as much of the contents over his body, leaving his face till last.



The smell was unusual, it reminded him of soil with somewhat of a fishy tinge.



In the distance he heard the familiar sound of his father shouting.



The little boy, had been caught!

So many numpties....so little time.

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Chaos
19:37 Apr 21 2017

This includes me of course. I am the biggest. Ha ha.

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A very long time a little boy played in his garden. All of gods creatures appeared to be among him. After a short time, he came across a very large, old,Victorian porcelain sink.



The little boy gathered as many snails, slugs, and worms that he could find, and put them in the sink. After what for the little boy had been an age, he realised he was hot and he had a plan. He gloated at his handy work.



The little boy returned to the Victorian sink and poured salt in. He had found the salt where they had left it, on the kitchen table. Mixing with his other hand at the same time.



After the pot had been emptied, he carried on mixing until it was a seething goo, and then he stepped in.



The boys clothes, socks and shoes were laden by the path. His father was in the kitchen, about to make coffee.



Earlier in the day the little boy had found a spider in the house. He liked the spider and wanted to give the spider a drink. He went looking for a friend, for the spider. He did have a soul...

There once was a little boy, who cradled every word spoken. He savoured and probed for every protruding scent and cruely bathed with his innocence of youth.



He spoke of horrors and sights not understood by many and yet this was different. He felt secure that at last, someone just might understand him.



It was a very dry hot sunny day. People were going about there business without a care in the world. He was watching and waiting for his moment.



He asked permission to play in the garden with his new found friend, who'd agreed. They talked about the animals at the bottom of the garden in the hutches. How cruel it was to keep them in wooden cages, and of how they must be hot, and the timber dry in the sun.



He'd found the matches.



Intersting that it feels warm and sticky for a while. With a lovely aroma of metal when fresh. Then as decay scuttles and devours greedily, more of a sweet and sour.



He thought that it would have hurt, though he felt no pain. As usual his thoughts were of punishment.



He felt alive.

Oh one would not understand how it burns, this puny shrivelled soul. It consumes if allowed and will manifest it's wickedness in many ways. I cut and the beautiful colour captivates, the aroma steals me away if only for a second.



Deaths marching as I once directed, it has always been moving, stalking, watching and waiting, again it now has reason to do my bidding.



It's coming.



The sleeping see nothing and the horns begin to play once again



I have no remorse, enjoying and relishing my directed. I am and I have always been.



Once.....there was this little boy.

What happened to the little boy.....



So there was this boy, who clearly didn't want to do what he was being asked. He had plans. He was aware of how easy it was, he was aware. He just didn't care. His parents were concerned, he had regular appointments with so called specialists. He played them, oh at first it wasn't easy, it took time to..eh.. it took time and sacrifice.



I just saw the Sun, it burned my eyes. It's good to feel warmth again and to smell the sea air. Shame the salt is stinging my skin.

Long long ago there was this boy. He wondered at all he could read and experience, he made plans. He didn't like to make friends because they annoyed him. He didn't like his family because they were cruel to him. He was different, he saw things in a different way.



He stopped speaking about his terrible anger and frustration, he bottled it up until, one day, he met someone.





Hmm before I forget the above name in the title has nothing to do with this profile. This profile was given away and then given away. Until finaly it ended up with me.



It had lot's of drama attached to it in the past by it's previous owners and I am sure there is lot's of residue. Chaos has been it's name throughout.



This profile is I guess one would say 'Evil'

Long long time ago I had to write 5000 lines. This is what I had to write



I must not torture or kill gods creatures as this is not nice and I am not a nice person for doing so....



All I remember until I was shown the papers, were I wrote 5 thousand times...



I am not a very nice person, I am not a very nice person....ect at the end I had written as my last sentence...



I want to kill all gods creatures, I am a not a nice person.



Ha ha oh the good old days.....They didn't like that. I was punished for a very long time.



Now I am waiting and watching

I had to block you and rate you a 1.....tit for tat yes. Lovin being the knew me and being set free to do as I please, here on this profile. No restraints or chains binding me. Free at last.

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TheArtistRose
17:54 Apr 17 2017

Of course. No one can control you

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