#so hairy and disgusting and shapeless

[the-knightswind-case]

I don't wanna be ugly, either.

[vodcar]

want 2 cry

nd die tbh my body is a fuckinbr

it’s so abject so filthy so bloody so fecal so diseased so broken so shit so shit i birth shit and worms so horrid so terrible so thin so thin so barren so hard so angular so sharp so nightmare so hopeless so tired so wasted so flat so flat so shapeless so manly so male so shit so helpless so disintegral so ash so stagnant so poisoned so androgynated so testosterone so ugly so ugly so abysmal so sickening so large so long so clubbed so cartoon so peeling so rough so tough so hairy so irratated so bloody so bleeding so wormed so wasted so relentless so regenerative so bald so lossless so nippleless so strange so breastless so phallic so scary so aggressive so powerful so terrifying so boned so sinewed so ejaculate so scrotum so penis so veined so cardiac so lined so lost so hungry so tearless so strained so old so toothed so machine so man so nasty so visible so fetid so repulsive so lanky so spider so funny to look at and laugh so disgusting i am going to die in here

[hayatmasali]

Pp. 18

Life was almost the same everyday in the pp. Minks doing some work during the day, at nights fighting over money or lack of it, fathers waking the kids up at night and telling them how evil their mother is. Even if you die and you need 5$ she would not give it to you. She will let you die. And mothers would talk fathers back how evil he is and caught him sexing with another wonen on action. This and that. No one really loved each other really, in fact they hated and felt sick at home. Couldn’t even put anything into their mouths she cooked, she cooked little really and rare. If she touched their spoons their stomach churned with disgust. How they can love this evil creature showed no love to them, drove their fathers away and stingiest monster on earth. She would cry day and night she doesn’t have any money but had 10 properties. And minks fathers was evil as well, they were munipilate kids. No one really cared about minks kids that much. Boys were in a better situatuion of course, more freedom and power. But in the end they would send them to protect borders and receive their coffeens. They would cry a day throwing themselves to the floor and back and the next day is same again. They forgot about them quickly. Everyone in it this game for themselves. All the minks were almost the same. They taught they were so unique and special but they weren’t. All them them were selfish, money grabbing, lying, cheating horrible creatures. But they loved taking nice pictures and hanging around everywhere showing everyone how happy they looked. What other people thought of them was the most important thing in their lives. All these pills 12 kings brought changed some of their looks over the time. They didn’t all look like satanic monkeys anymore but even the good looking were very bad. Minks mothers ere the worst. Zaros gave them enourmous power even greater than man’s. To protect children against other minks man but generally women used that power to beat up or kill their own children or they attract the other wonen whom they saw as enemy, competition. Minks mothers felt that they are the god and can do anything. After all they were the creators of this life which mainly benefited man but never the less. Zaros also liked them as they provided him with new dna combination everyday. Zaros was happy, minks mothers were overjoyed and papas as well. Everyone was happy, they all loved it. No one was complaining. But in reality, life was rotten. It was only good to 12 kings and their children and grand children. They were given nice presents, going on nice holidays, going to very nice schools. The other minks were chucked in crowded schools where they can hardly breath from the farts of others and poor meterial they used to build their schools and their houses damaging their lungs. Old the mold and bacteria, they could hardly breath. On top of it jeoulusy, bullying, beating up from teachers, sexually harassing each other and more. But never the less they all loved it, most went to school at the age of 1. Minks mothers were given 1 year of breast feeding time as they believed that baby will be stronger. But most mothers would sit at home and not feed the babies until their husband beats them up, because they are tried of babies crying and mothers ignorance. Hardly any of them used breastbmilk anyway, they used 12 kings baby powders. 2 persent nutrion and 98 percent profit. A lot of the babies were sick, obese, hairy and ugly. Minks babies were all born demonic Light blue eyes but their skin and eye colored changed depending on the environment. To collect present they often made parties for the minks kids, mothers pressuring people to come and cooking the guest domething from the 12 king products. Most poisones and cheap. Everyone loved it. Especially the minks kids, all that suffering at home and at school. Some little break with sugar puffs and unnesesary plastic toys or some clothing for their minky shapeless bodies. Other minks thought they looked really cute with their wondering eyes. Trying to figure out this purple hell they have ....

[dearorpheus]

“...let us look at an area typical of Romantic excess, the representation of ugliness and evil. From the time of Achilles to the dawn of Romanticism, the hero was always handsome, while from Thersites up until more or less the same period, the villain was always ugly, hideous, grotesque, or absurd. And when a hero is made from a villain, he becomes handsome, as with Milton’s Satan. But by the time we reach the gothic novel, the picture is reversed: not only does the hero appear unsettling and fearsome, but the anti-hero also, in his darkness, becomes if not appealing at least interesting.  Byron says of his Giaour that the glare beneath his dusky cowl was “dark and unearthly,” and his eye and his bitter smile aroused fear and guilt. And Ann Radcliffe, describing another dark spirit in The Italian; or, The Confessional of the Black Penitents, tells us that his appearance is striking, his limbs large and uncouth, and as he stalked away, wrapped in the black habit of his order, his features expressed something terrible and almost superhuman, while his cowl, casting a shadow over the livid paleness of his face, gave a sense of horror to his large melancholy eyes... The figure of William Beckford’s Vathek was pleasing and majestic, but when angry, one of his eyes became so terrible that no person could bear to behold it, and the wretch upon whom it was fixed fell instantly backward and sometimes died. For Stevenson, Hyde was pale and dwarfish, he gave an impression of deformity without any nameable malformation, he had a displeasing smile, behaved himself with a disturbing mixture of timidity and boldness, and spoke with a husky, whispering, and somewhat broken voice, which inspired disgust, loathing, and fear.  Of Heathcliff, Emily Brontë writes that his forehead was shaded with a heavy cloud, his eyes were basilisks, and his lips seemed sealed in an expression of unspeakable sadness. And here is how Eugène Sue describes the Schoolmaster in Les mystères de Paris: his face scored in all directions with deep, livid scars; his lips swollen by the corrosive action of vitriol; the cartilage of his nose cut; his nostrils replaced by two shapeless holes; his head was disproportionately large; he had long arms and short, stubby hands, with hairy fingers, and bow legs and restless, mobile eyes, flashing like those of a wild beast.”

Hugo, Hélas!: The Poetics of Excess, Umberto Eco