And it's fucked up. Again. What should I do? If I continue to think about the story, and even write it down, then I'm only endulging thoughts that are deemed fucked up by every fucking religions and cultures in the world. I don't know man... There are so many possible fucked up things that can happen in this world... And I can almost see them happening. The end.
Just do it, thoughts can't be fucked up. Everyone thinks differently, everyone perceives differently. You'll never know if you keep it in your noggin'.
They say thoughts make the reality. Like, if I think it, then it be it. So if I keep thinking about these fucked up thoughts and even write them down, I'm afraid I'm ... causing it to materialize in real world. You know what I'm trying to say?
Relax, no ones gonna judge you. This is the internet. And you can't not post it after playing it up like that lol I'm curious now. Is it about roaches?
The story is about... - Sex. - Illegal sex. - Human meat trade market. - Humans, being thought of as... things. - Morality? What's morality? - Values? Any value other than "$ value" is meaningless.
Ha... sorry for the build up... although it wasn't intended. And yeah... may be I should just write about roaches... they're much cleaner...
It's all good man. You can pm it if you want and I'll tell ya whether or not it's crazy, or if you made it real... It's whatever man, you do you.
Thanks man. Sometimes I am disappointed at myself for... thinking these... horrible stuff. Like daughter and father fucking each other... buying and selling pussies... Exploiting young minds. Treating life as some kind of expendable commodity. Shit like that. May be I'm a sociopath/psychopath/whatever, but the only thing that is stopping me from actually becoming one is... That it's a lot easier to write about it than to actually go out and do it. Too much mess, too much time... where to bury the body? Where to hide the knife? That kind of stuff. Too much headache. When I can just write about it and get away clean.
This is not what I was thinking lol. But for real tho, you can still write it down, just hide it very very good.
I know exactly what you're saying, there's a word for it but I can't remember what it was. You shouldn't worry, if a virgin fantasizes and getting laid, is he no longer a virgin?
I've hidden it too well, now I can't find it. May be it's out, but I don't know, coz like I said, I've hidden it too well, and now I can't find it. -- Physically writing it is no problem. Just smoke some weed, and sit down and get to work. But posting it... That's the problem. -- By posting the fucked up thoughts from my mind, I am... indirectly carrying out my fucked up deeds. And... that is just fucked up. -- I've never imagined I'd become a 'fucked up story' writer. But I seem to have the talent for it. May be it's because I'm fucked up as a person. -- At least the porn industry has a reason for their fucked up productions. Money. But for me, the reason for my fucked up story is... To see how far my mind can go.
I see what you're saying, and I've felt the same way. Sometimes my imagination is way too fucked up, but yeah I'm not about to go kill people or rape anyone. Not only is it too much effort but I really don't think I have it in me...
You just described the current reality for practically the whole globe. When companies like WalMart take out an insurance policy on an employee, that person has just become an expendable commodity. This has become common practice with a lot of major companies. I think it's sick! edit: And I think you should definitely write about it.