Before sicksadworld existed, ILP was all I had. It was my medicine, my escape from the cruel world around me where I could be free. When I was dungeonized in KT, it made me feel like a worthless loser, the worthless loser that I still am. But I still had ILP to keep me going on and not totally despair.
So I thank you for these boards and I thank you for never banning me, I would probably not be here today if you did.
Awww shucks, keep your chin up kid. 
Thanks I will, as a matter of fact I have a mosquito bite on my chin right now.
Don’t scratch it and make yourself bleed. We can’t have you bleeding all over ILP.
Blood, as a matter of fact, as well as the act of bleeding, sometimes feels good to me. I especially like the penetrative aspect, I stepped on a nail and it went right in the sweet spot.
The throbbing sensation is a bit like an energy surge, makes me feel well, energized.
All of the mosquitos in my town have West Nile, so I best let out all of the possibly infected blood.
If we don’t hear from you in three days we’ll know you died from West Nile. I would miss you.
Thankyou. If I die I will put in a good word for you in the afterlife, and tell Ecmandu to not send you to hell.
I’m sure after you die you just become worm food but thanks anyways for the sentiment.
I had a dream that someone shot me to pieces and as I walked through the bullets I became only more powerful.
If my body dies my consciousness will go somewhere else, and I will refeminize again, and evolve even further. Death is the great feminizer, it causes childhood to happen, then the evolution of evolutions.
THERE IS NO DEATH, ONLY YOU THINK SO, AND EVERYONE ELSE, ONLY A FEW REALLY KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON.
BUT NOW I’VE GOTTA GO AND FIX THIS BLOODY COMPUTER CAUSE IT ONLY WRITES CAPITALS.
I hope you never base real life upon dreams. The outcome will probably be contrary to what you’re expecting.
Ha Ha,
‘We are such stuff as dreams are made on’
It usually is. That is why I don’t expect any of my dreams to ever come true. What were discussing earlier, however, was a nightmare, so by all odds it should come true.
There is probably death for others. In an alternate dimension, I probably died while other’s spectated. In this I didn’t. Let me tell a dream I had.
I had a dream that I was bouncing around town in an office chair that I strapped a rocket underneath. I was rolling down the street almost running into cars and I decided to troll a guy’s parked car, laughing hysterically as I boosted up and down with the seat.
Then two thugs walked up to me, gave me the vibe they were going to hurt me, then they pulled out a knife, and so I shot them. I shot one of them in the chest, and my jaw dropped because it seemed like it didn’t hurt him very much. So I shot him in the head. He just shrugged it off. Then I unloaded a clip unto his friend, just shrugged it off. I knew I couldn’t escape my fate. They beat me to death like a pathetic ragdoll and then stabbed me in the chest. Ambulance arrived a few minutes later, and next thing I know I was on the bed. I was outside of my body, looking at Trixie. Trixie’s body kept struggling, and finally she got up out of bed. She refused to die.
I came to and then I was directed by the police into the holding cell to identify the criminals who had stabbed me. It was Hannibal Lectre and Loki and they were suprised to see me. In the reflection I exactly looked like the Joker smiling like a hyena (my body was no longer trixie, but had transformed into the Joker). They were so suprised. They thought they were the only clowns in town with magical powers (they were shapeshifters). Then my mother rudely woke me up right in the middle of my dream to give me a ride to my job.
You may have been equally surprised to find your dream within another dream and that in another and so on. Did you ever have a dream you were falling, falling down a very precipitous height, sort of like in hitchcocks vertigo, and then you woke up only before you hit rock bottom? they say that if you hit rock bottom you would have passed on, but you never ever hit rock bottom, because if you did you would know you were dead, hit the ground, and then see yourself rising unto the realities beyond this.
But what of, like in your dream, you actually saw the killers stab you, rape you, disfigure you, and even metamorphosing into them? What if, that ground, was nothing else as the cause of the confusion, shared by Narcissus, who was severely punished for the confusion, which in fact is no confusion at all, but is the basic reality, that those awful killers were nothin but your selves tricking you, baiting your self to kill you, because you were not satisfied with the abuse, the misuse, you had to go all the way, and find out what you thought was the last terrain, the very cause celebre go uyou being here, the most essential part of your existence on planet earth: the desire to be snuffed. You becoming the porno staR OF YOUR OWN MOVIE, IN FACT A SELF CRUCIFIXION. HOW ABOUT THAT, TRIXIE? DID YOU DESERVE TO DIE IN THIS FASHION OR NOT?
IS GETTING RAPED BY BOYS REALLY A VERY PAINFUL THING, IN ORDER TO EXIST, TO SURVIVE, YOU HAD TO BE PAINFULLY PENETRATED, SO YOU CAN FEEL SOMETHING. ANYTHING.
Every day when you wake up from now on I want you to say in a loud voice five times
My name is Trixie and I am a human being who has meaning in her life and so my life is worth living
Thought you believed life was meaningless.
I did fall and let myself hit the ground in a dream. Didn’t die.
Ouch! That must have been horrrrrrrrrenduous. But did you ever wake up, or are you still in a dream? Can you really tell? I would gather, no. The universe is so complex, that this last frontier is as of yet a matter of conjecture. One never knows, therefore only feels.
Esse est percipii, unlike cogito ergo sum. We have reduced ourselves to sporadic whims of our dream like imaginations, in this virtual post modern world.
Our Barbie doll selves, cut up and remixed,re invented mostly by others, have no capacity to get back and figure it all out.