Thursday, September 19, 2013

Broken Dolls

Forty and a Half Weeks

Day 1: Moaning Glory

"She's so beautiful!"

A lady student said today of my homework assignment this week.

Professional photographers agreed.

My model? My fav little 20-year-young stripper hooker half-lesbian porn star ($1,000 a pop) and part-time sugarbaby.

A boring school portrait shoot turned sex-fueled 48-hour marathon, with 10 minutes of photos. Then another 48 hours of part-time fucking and sucking. Then a weekend at home meeting the mom and enraged ex-wife...but that's another story.

The top secret of that glowing Moana Lisa smile...

...hours of cunning linguists and a right good fucking, O-ver and O-ver.

Day 1: Sleepover

BF problems continued. First overnighter of two for the week, third overall. Actually the first overnighter was sans W&H.

A neighbor called, attempting the pimp motivational threat speach on behalf of lonely BF (pimp/ex-dealer/addict) too broke to buy a cellphone. We laughed.

Didn't stop fucking until 6:00 am.

I got the slutty role-play talk and wild fucking treatment for the first time.

She got a spanking -- then a kiss to make it better.

Did plenty of erotic photos and pornos. For educational purposes only. (smirk)

Smoke break.

"How many dicks have you had in your cunt this week?"

"Only four."

"How many gave you orgasms?"

"Only you...they don't even try."

Not too bad for a 50-something.

Stopped fucking at 6 am. Only two hours sleep before class.

Day 2: Heaven and Hell

Last night she volunteered to let me shoot her shooting up.

Former heroin lover/hater.

Current hillbilly heroin hater/lover.

Pills in pill form don't deliver that knockout punch of oblivion, so cooking in the oven then liquifyin it for the syringe and needle.

Apparently it takes extra kick to forget the memories of violent anal rapes by customers, violent lesbian rape at 8 (bound and gagged by a family member just like Sybil -- the only trauma she refuses to discuss), being choked unconscious by a violent customer, abandonment by father and virtually abandoned by sugarbaby mother. Blackouts...from before she ever tried drugs...self-medicating for suspected Dissociative Identity Disorder (formerly called Multiple Personality Disorder) and previously diagnosed Anxiety Disorder (same psych symptoms as hyperthyroidism). Doctors have failed to cure her AD/DID/MPD symptoms for 13 years, but other hookers and sexslaves have successfully done so. The opiates do an excellent job of "suppressing her 'emotions'" (her words) on a daily basis, something she is compelled to do anything and everything to accomplish.

After each assault, a higher daily dose was required.

At least not the neck, though she's seen it done.

Misery requires lots of fucking to feed, over $300,000 so far.

She's quite proud of her little chemistry experiment. Apparently the only thing she wants to cook.

Set the smoke alarm on fire at 3am. (thankfully no cops to raid the scorched pizza pan!)

We laughed. At the insanity.

Daily dope runs to stave off the sickness.

Or two.

Or three.

Or ten.

"How many hookers are addicts or alcoholics?"

"90%."

How many strippers?"

"80-90%."

"Damn."

She's cut way back during the pregnancy and failed detox. Daddy cut her back from talkin, thanks to his new wife's pussy. Won't even let her speak to her granny about the new baby. No baby supplies. Too much history, competition and brainwashing. Family apparently wants the baby GONE. Only daddy's single text in apology, no P2P. W&H stepped up and bought a car seat and U-haul rescue for daddy's old furniture and broken washer. Got to meet and greet the daddy, stepmom and little sister. Not a happy brief reunion, forced hugs. She's ashamed to tell him she's not clean and sober after another failed detox/rehab (thanks to medical quacks, greedy insurance corporations and a pimp addict BF). She still wants to be daddy's good little girl. She tells herself nobody can tell. About everything.

Fuck, after 50 minutes of receiving oral, she got a call from a dealer and literally jumped up with her O on hold.

"That'll be a great story for when you're leading counseling sessions: 'I was jonesing so bad I fled the best oral sex of my life to run to my dealer for a fix...'"

No reply.

"I added that 'best oral' bit to sex it up."

Enslaved to drug dealers -- the new pimps. They look like your granny next door. Or an upscale ghetto queen. Or a big mean scary manchine. Or a BF selling dope. Or the entire U.S. Government. Or the British Empire's Opium Wars that included the Boston Tea Party.

Turning tricks to give the dealers all her money -- over $300,000 so far.


Opium Eyes or hyperthyroidsm? Minny Mousekateer Lindsey Lohan shooting heroin and kissing Paris Hilton

After hours of chasing the dragon, back to bed and hours of fucking.

Calling detox daily but no beds available.

Day 3: Stress Test

I do laundry for a hooker and her BF (she disagrees when everyone calls him her pimp -- "I'm an independent working girl"), after abandoning her with her Just-In-Time dealers. Another Bucket List item checked off [sarcasm yet strangely satisfyin]. No hot tub today (sadly MUCH more fun than care and feeding of dope dealers, especially when straddled by a wet and horny cowgirl hooker).

Finally hook up again after class.

Shower time for a dirty girl. I soap her up and down, inside out. She returns the favor.

Out to the balcony in towel and boxers.

"It numbs everything (vagina included), including my emotions...I have to keep the wall up."

"Of course. Me too. It's nothing personal, just business."

"It's not all business. I have feelings for you."

"Me too.... I really like the way you think."

(pregnant pause...what if I tell her I love her? HAHAHAHAHA [nervous laugh, fear of the unknown])

What's the worst thing you've seen?"

"I started doing heroin at 13. Saw a guy die. We were all shooting up. He had a heart attack. I was 15. That was shortly after the rapes (many male, 2 female). My BF died shortly after, but got revived by the medics. No apparent brain damage....It's a disease."

"Don't ever let anybody put you down for having a disability. Injecting drugs is the same as a diabetic injecting insulin every day. The cures for addiction are censored but the Niacin Vitamin B3/B6/zinc cure for pyroluria is available to those to look for it and listen to the doctors warning about the corporate detox/rehab industrial complex scam. Hold your head up and hang in there no matter what family or friends say or do, or refuse to do." (BTW she did test POSITIVE for pyroluria by 500%.]

(pregnant pause...what if I tell her I love her? HAHAHAHAHA [not sarcasm])

I gave her current addicted BF pimp an alarm clock, to get his first real job in years.

It worked the next day. Garbage detail. Woohoo!

"Ya know, the going rate for an all-nighter is over $1,000..."

Yes, I'm aware of that. I charge 45-cents a mile for taxi service (up to 8 hours a day, not counting risk management for arrest or forfeiture of car). And I give you a heck of lot of repeat business.

"I can't stay the night."

"I never planned on you sleeping over this week."

"I've got to give him a chance."

"I didn't give him the clock as a joke -- I want him to work for you and the baby."

And his other 3 abandoned kids.

"Did I make him jealous?"

"Yes. But that's a good thing."

"Good -- I hope that helps you...I'll make him jealous anytime you want. Are we still friends?"

"Yes. Of course."

She read my blog -- and my Penthouse and Maxim with my personal photo pets. I love it when a woman reads my porn, and loves it (sometimes with my stolen vibrator).

"Did you enjoy reading my blog about you?"

"Yes." (looks down, shy smile)

"Here's my post about the first day we met. Here's the actual photos from the nude model I kicked out of bed for our first appointment."

"Wow! She's very beautiful."

"She just had a baby last month. She didn't find out she was pregnant until two weeks after our shoot."

"Mmmm."

"Would you like to contribute to my blog? We'll call it The Hooker Diaries."

"Sure. I write poetry and short stories from real life. Usually dark. Helped me keep clean after detox. For awhile."

"That's a great idea for your next detox/rehab. That's why I write this, a daily diary. Sanity time."

Fuck time.

I give her a massage and an hour of oral time. "I love you, come for me," I said over and over in my mind, as my tongue went numb (opiate juice?). She cooed incessantly.

But not even the magic bullet got her off before the Blackberry alarm. She orders me to turn it off. I comply. I continue to render aid and comfort to the frenemy. For another half hour. Still no joy. Such are the daily stresses of life.

"Time to go?"

"Yeah."

No attempt at joy for me, just a girl's night out. Another 150 roses down the shower drain, all expenses included.

We ordered her a new washer online (another 240 roses), after her dad's gift failed. The dealers didn't get that cash. Impossible to return for refund. Not much value on the pawn market.

I dropped her off with her vampyre BF after 1 am. (Figure of speech, lurching in shadows after dark rather than living in the light. To be fair, he's essential companionship and security, though he did fail to prevent several rapes and near-death assaults while working as her 'suitcase pimp', and 'loves' shooting up as much as she does while threatening to beat her for shooting up.)

"If you ever need a place to stay, you still have my key."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Still friends?"

"Yes." A smile.

"See you tomorrow." (driving to OB appointment today)

So late even her former strip clubs were closed. Filled her prescription for home detox success. Dinner at the Waffle House with a cute waitress sporting Blade Runner eyeshadow (Pris the assassin replicant a/k/a Darrell Hannah a/k/a nearly the assassianted Mrs. First Lady John F. Kennedy Jr. damn the CIA dopedealers to Hell and smash it to 1,000 pieces!). Home alone.

I cried. But then I've always cried at the sight of a needle lol.

DAY 4: Coming Home

Dope run, injection, O.B. appointment and more fucking. Can a dick get anesthatized by opiates in hoohaw juice, like her pussy already is?

UPDATE: SAME DAY AS THIS POST, W&H HEART-TO-HEART WITH OB DR AND 2 NURSES RESULTED IN EMERGENCY REFERRAL TO DETOX/REHAB IN 4 DAYS, DATE CONFIRMED, WITH PSYCH FOLLOWUP TO DERAIL THE TRAIN WRECK EVERYONE HAS BEEN PREDICTING FOR MONTHS. SHE'S LEAVING THE UTR GAME AS OF IMMEDIATELY, GET A 'REAL' JOB WITH SUGARDADDIES ON THE SIDE. FUCK YEAH!!! WHAT OTHER MAJOR CHANGES ARE SOON TO FALL OUT...? SO BE IT. IF SHE FAILS TO REMAIN SANE AND SOBER THE POLICE STATE WILL STEAL HER BABY. THIS IS HER LAST CHANCE, AND THE O.B. DOC SAID SOBRIETY MIGHT KILL HER BY O.D... DETOX ALWAYS INCREASES RISK OF DEATH. THIS IS THE REAL DEAL...

A very stressful yet wonderful O.B. appointment.

My first 3D ultrasound was amazing. I see why politicians are demanding women see this before hiring a medical hitman to murder their baby.

"It's just the belly jelly today. In the first trimester they stick a wand up my hoohaw."

"Dang, I'm sorry I missed that. Hehehe."

Nurse: "Are you the baby daddy?"

"I might be. Hahaha."

Nurse: (shocked silence) "You don't know who the daddy is?!"

"Just kidding. He's at work, I'm just the driver." (probably...)

Intake interview with the nurse was my/our opportunity to push for detox. We explained how it was proving impossible to find a detox taking preggies without a long waiting list. Told them our backup plan was DIY herbal detox.

The doctor was extremely agitated that she was still using after detox, and the detox refused to re-admit her. After I mentioned our plan for DIY herbal detox if unable to get inpatient care, he personally screamed for his nurses to immediately join us in the exam room to decipher the detox admissions process and expedite re-admission immediately. He and the nurses said they were fully aware Child and Family Services are planning to steal her baby when it's born if she's still using. That might explain why her social worker is skipping appointments and failing to get her into detox, to make it easier for her to steal the baby in 2 months and resell it for $250,000... After hearing her 8-year history of opiates and prior diagnosis of anxiety disorder, he told her she was at very high risk of death by overdose after detox, if her demons aren't expunged first. He explained that will requires years of Seboxyn opiate blocker (Subutex while preggie and nursing), with long-term counseling on her history of demons. I've never seen a doctor work so hard for a patient, and I've helped motivate quite a few to up their game and achieve the "impossible" (their words).

Back to my place to relax and/or play by the hour. A little shellshocked actually. Fairly disturbed by my budget bleeding out to the dealers ("unlicensed medical unprofessionals"). Exhausted but feeling alive.

"We don't have to fuck if you don't want. We can snuggle in the bed and watch Tru Blood. Or just take a power nap."

Quick shower, light foreplay. We curl up in bed, gentle kisses. She loves her huge ripe boobies licked and sucked...

"Is this the last time we get to fuck?"

"No!"

"May I be the first to fuck you after detox?

"I said Yes."

"I want to meet the real you." (without opiates killing orgasm and everything else)

"I'm still me."

"That's why I don't tell you 'I love you,' because I don't know the, uh, original. You might not like me at all when you're clean and sober. Mainly, I love you like a father loves a daughter -- an adopted daughter he's fucking, apparently. Like Woody Allen, except better looking."

(giggles...but no reciprocation...can't feel anything from the opiates???)

"It's ok if you don't want to have sex with me after detox. I just want you happy and healthy."

"Could we still be friends? I'm very comfortable with you."

"Of course. I've lost track of too many friends over the years. I don't want to keep making that mistake. And I really enjoy our time together. I'll help you out anyway I can."

XOXO

We drive back to her free crib in silence -- the free crib I got her. Her deadbeat BF pimp addict is waiting up for her sitting outside the front door. We slowly say our goodbyes and good lucks in front of the gawking brutha wannbe pimps. (our 2 smiles, 10 doper frowns). Her PhD in Man Manipulation will be put to the test, especially when she tells her doper BF his supply of free dope is all dried up after detox.

to be cuntinued???????


DRAKE LYRICS

"Hold On We're Going Home"
(feat. Majid)

I got my eyes on you
You're everything that I see
I want your hot love and emotion
Endlessly, I can't get over you
You left your mark on me
I want your hot love and emotion endlessly

Cause you're a good girl and you know it
You act so different around me
Cause you're a good girl and you know it
I know exactly who you could be
Just hold on we're going home
Just hold on we're going home
It's hard to do these things alone
Just hold on we're going home

I got my eyes on you
You're everything that I see
I want your hot love and emotion
Endlessly, I can't get over you
You left your mark on me
I want your hot love and emotion endlessly

Cause you're a good girl and you know it
You act so different around me
Cause you're a good girl and you know it
I know exactly who you could be
Just hold on we're going home
Just hold on we're going home
It's hard to do these things alone
Just hold on we're going home

You're the girl
You're the one
Gave you everything I love
I think there's something, baby
I think there's something, baby

You're the girl
You're the one
Gave you everything I love
I think there's something, baby
I think there's something, baby

Cause you're a good girl and you know it
You act so different around me
Cause you're a good girl and you know it
I know exactly who you could be
Just hold on we're going home
Just hold on we're going home
It's hard to do these things alone
Just hold on we're going home


Alaskan girl Jena Dolstad, 14, dies after being injected heroin at party

30 Dec 2011

A 14-year-old Alaskan girl has died six days after she was injected with heroin by a 26-year-old.

Jena Dolstad of Anchorage had been critical since she was taken to the hospital last Friday with a drug overdose.

The teenager died shortly after noon today (Thursday), police spokeswoman Anita Shell said.

On the tragic night which would lead to her death, Navy Veteran Sean Warner and two other men picked Jena up and took her back to Warner's home to hang out, according to police reports.

Warner was sharing a gram of heroin with two men when the Jena said she was willing to try something 'new' but did not want to inject herself, the court papers report.

Warner tried to inject Jena, but failed, so he had her lie down on his bed and hold out an arm, then used his belt as a tourniquet and shot 25 to 30 units of heroin, taking several times to find a vein, the papers say.

The two witnesses told authorities they left the Jena on the bed and found her the next morning, face down in her own vomit.

'They felt for her pulse, sat her up, and grew concerned at her condition and upset at Warner's ambivalence,' the documents state.

Warner initially did not want to call 911 because of fears authorities would find drugs, and instead gave the teen Suboxone, a prescription drug used to treat opiate addicts, according to the court papers.

He only called 911 after Jena began to convulse a couple of hours after he gave her the Suboxone, the papers say.

'I's like I'm dying of loneliness': Boyfriend's heartbreak after AWOL soldier 'killed his girlfriend, 19'

Sean Warner is under arrest on charges of delivering a controlled substance to a minor, contributing to the delinquency of a minor and evidence tampering.

With the death, Warner now faces additional charges, including manslaughter, said assistant District Attorney Regan Williams.

The case is still in the "investigatory stages," he said.

When emergency services attended his address to tend to Jena, Warner locked his bedroom door, and responding officers did not search it when he told them it was his roommate's room, the documents state.

After police left, Warner and one of the witnesses put needles and other "related evidence" into a box then dumped it behind a trash bin at a nearby business, according to the papers, which police later recovered.

Dolstad was found to have heroin, cocaine and methamphetamine in her system when she was brought to the hospital, charging documents said.

Medics told authorities she had sustained damage to her brain and heart.

Authorities have said the heroin used is known on the street at "China White," considered more potent than common tar heroin.

Warner also is charged with theft, accused of stealing a $900 surveillance system from Costco on the same day he took the girl to his home, according to the documents. He is being held on $100,000 cash bail.


65-million views, mission diverted: "The A Team"

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die


Heroin Girl (Lost in a White Trash Hell)

by Everclear

I used to know a girl...
She had two pierced nipples and a black tattoo
We'd drink that Mexican beer
We'd live on Mexican food
Yeah, I wish I could go back
Yes, back in time

Esther used to be the kind of girl that you would
Never leave
She'd do anything to give me what I need for my
Disease
She'd do anything

I can hear them talking in the real world
But they don't understand that I'm happy in Hell
With my Heroin girl
Yeah, with a Heroin girl

Esther used to be the kind of lover you would
Never leave
She'd do anything to give me what I need for my
Disease
She'd do anything

I can hear them talking in the real world
But they don't understand that I'm losing myself
In a white-trash hell
Lost inside a Heroin girl
Yeah, with a Heroin girl, yeah yeah....

They found her out in the fields
About a mile from home
Her face was warm from the sun
But her body was cold
I heard a policeman say
Just another overdose
...JUST ANOTHER OVERDOSE!

Esther used to be the kind of lover you would
Never leave
She'd do anything to give me what I need for my
Disease
She would do anything


Lohan Still Looking Pretty Good For All The Drugs, Doctors Have To Admit

27-09-10

TROUBLED actress Lindsay Lohan is still highly do-able despite all the drugs, doctors have conceded.

It must be really good heroin.

The admission follows the publication of photos which seem to show the Mean Girls star injecting heroin, indulging in convincing pseudo-lesbianism with Paris Hilton and probably fellating a horse dressed as John Candy at a sleazy Hollywood party of the type you can only dream of attending.

Experts believe the images are clear evidence that the intervening three years of ultra-hard partying have had no effect whatsoever on the actress’s looks, and that if anything she’s gotten even more darkly alluring.

Dr Martin Bishop said: “As a member of the medical profession I would dearly love to use Lindsay Lohan to illustrate the horrific physical effects of drugs to her young and impressionable fan base.

“Unfortunately she still looks fine. Better than fine in fact. Have you seen her in the posters for that new Robert Rodriguez film where she’s dressed as a slutty nun? Fucking hell.”

He added: “I should probably point out that her wanton excess has however led to a harrowing stint behind bars which has either ruined her life or made it seem even more incredibly exciting and cool in an 80s, straight-to-video sleaze sort of way, depending on how you look at it.”

Professor Henry Brubaker, of the Institute for Studies, said: “Maybe it’s good genes or something. I mean, people say she’s lost it, but if you spotted her in Asda it’d be like seeing a rare orchid growing out of a bunged-up Glasgow toilet bowl.” broken dolls everclear song lyrics slut fuck suck anal rape naked nude woman homosexual lesbian playboy penthouse pet violence ptsd multiple personality disorder dissociative identity disorder girl lady virgin virginity cock cunt pussy blonde hot girl injecting heroin suicide girls Dire Signs: Heroin addicts have hard time turning lives around Alice and Iris memoirs of a babystealer I just bought: 'Memoirs of a Baby Stealer: Lessons I've Learned as a Foster Mother mary callahan adoption kidnapping sexslavery pedophilia pedophile government corruption cps sex diary hobbylobby usasexguide.info hustler pyroluria vitamin b3 niacin cure for addiction alcoholism gambling internet teen 7 Weeks to Emotional Healing: Proven Natural Formulas for Eliminating Depression, Anxiety, Fatigue, and Anger from Your Life by Joan Mathews Larson Pimpin Ken Pimps Up Hoes Down Players Ball truther porn sybil sally fields cathy obrien trance formation of america mkultra mind control the most dangerous game cia nazi trauma based mind control ritual abuse satanic abuse bohemian grove johnny gosch conspiracy of silence franklin coverup paul bonacci bonnaci jeff gannon

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