Holes - Blog Posts
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
It would be fun to brand you with piercings just to remind you at all times that you are owned, and that there is no part of your body that I don't claim as my property.
Every time you open your mouth I want to be reminded that you willingly undertook pain just at the prospect that it might give Daddy slightly more pleasure.
More than that, I want every Man who sees you to know that you aren't someone to take seriously -- you're just a stupid slutty cockslurping whore for Men.
There's my good little slavegirl for The Patriarchy.
😈 Sadistic Empath, 😘 🦹🏻♂️ The Bad Guy 🖤
Honestly, I never expected it to be so easy to corrupt you. You always made yourself appear to be the good little feminist, arguing that society’s extreme beauty standards were chauvinistic and degrading to girls. After all, objectifying a person is bad, isn’t it?
But see, and this is my favourite part, you truly BELIEVE that. You FEEL it in your heart and soul. And yet… it doesn’t stop you from CRAVING the opposite treatment from Men, does it? It doesn’t stop you from going online and rubbing your pussy to imagery objectifying girls like you into slutty little toys and fuckdolls, and words professing an admiration for a lifestyle where Men rule over them.
It’s almost like, deep down, this is what you’d wanted all along…
Perhaps that’s why when I came along it took so little effort for your resolve to snap like a twig under the first signs of stress.
You’ve spent your life so obsessed with who you SHOULD BE that you’ve been hiding from who you TRULY ARE…
It’s okay. You don’t have to renounce your beliefs for me. Daddy likes you better this way — as my dumb little set of holes, dripping with shame every time I make you violate your own beliefs.
You’re cute when your brain’s broken from cognitive dissonance. I wouldn’t have you any other way…
😈 Sadistic Empath, 😏 🕳️ Liberator of Holes 🕳️
You used to be a person, they told you it was swell, Temptation slept, uncertain, but on those thoughts you'd never dwell. They told you independence was resplendent and complete, Don't pretend you can defend it, never meant what you'd repeat.
For like a pendant is dependent on the neck on which it leans, You need a gent to be perfected, one who sets your new decrees. He expects to be presented with a pretty piece of meat, Since disrespect will get you wet, a bitch defects from each belief.
You used to be a person, but it didn't suit you well, Temptation hid, a lurking in the darkest roots of Hell. Now an ornamental whore whose meant to serve His darkest needs, Just a pretty decoration is all you were starved to be.
😈 Sadistic Empath,😈 🎄 The Decorator of Holes 🕳️🕳️🕳️
Stop Believing by Levi Robinheart [lyrics]
(Your confidence interval is what’s going to tell you how confident you are in your results. So, first you, uh, subtract one from your sample size, this will give you the degrees of freedom from which, uhm, uh whi-which you’ll need in the next few steps. Uh, so, uh, take that number, divide it by two...)
I’m dead and my beak is filled with the dirt from the garden I’m not hungry, just fed to the brim I guess I just wanted to taste how I feel in your grip with the snow comin out of your eyes
I’m tired of kissin your hands every time that you whistle I know I’m a terrible girl I’m not gonna fix just because I know you want me to ever since I got home
I thought you’d get choked up, got your eyes shut, and you’re yellin in a cave I guess I’m just selfish, you’re the brightest car I’ve ever hit
[CHORUS: And I can tell from your skin that I’m lettin you down but I guess it’s just what I’m doin now it’d really help me out if you’d stop believin I’m better than this I got twelve cups and they’re all filled with lye so I’m watching you bleed with your eyes stop believin in me stop believin I’m better than this ]
I’m holed and my breath is still with your eyes from the steeple I can’t tell what you want me to say I’ll walk but I’d rather be runnin I’m not one to lie but I guess I’m too wrong to be true
I coulda kept quiet about all the stones that you fed like the loves that I held in my head there’s no one be- neath it’s just me so I’m sorry I’m not more profitable
I thought you’d get on top, but you’re not done, and I’m walking off the field You can call me selfish, you’re the brightest car I’ve ever hit
[CHORUS]
Pretty pictures all the other kids are swimmin alright she says she thinks we all think alike
Just say it’s alright and kick me off but don’t paint me away I may boil myself but don’t spit in my face
I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holed in, holed in holed in, holed in
I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holed in, holed in holed in, holed in
(I guess I’m just selfish, you’re the brightest car I’ve ever hit)
Oh, I can tell from your skin that I’m lettin you down but I guess it’s just what I’m doin now it’d really help me out if you’d stop believin I’m better than this I got twelve cups and they’re all filled with lye so I’m watching you bleed with your eyes stop believin in me stop believin I’m better than this
I’m not better than this Oh no, Stop believin in me Stop believin in me Stop believin in me Stop believin in me Stop believin, oh I guess I’m just selfish, you’re the brightest, holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin holdin, holdin holdin, holdin holdin, holdin hold
(holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m holdin my breath and I’m)
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Last night,I dreamed of walking to my classroom and seeing Don paolo at my teacher's desk.When everyone was in,he explained that he was our new teacher for the year since my teacher died in a car crash.
Don paolo then asked to hand him our English copies so he can correct them.Five minutes later he screeched and flew his hands.He then got up from his desk and yelled who drew in their copy since we're not allowed to draw in our copy.
The drawing was squidward screwing spongebob for some reason.
The copy wasn't labled and no one spoke up so it was much questionable to do it.
Then Don paolo decided all of us digs holes for the rest of the day since no-one is owing up.It's like the book 'Holes' by Louis Sachor except instead of the ground dry,we have to dig in the field where builders are building a extension room.
We were put with one person since it was quicker that way.
While digging,the person who I was pared with was a girl named Anna and she told me that she was the one who drawn it and wiped the label off so he wouldn't notice.It didn't go well.
Don paolo wearing a cowboy hat heard this and grabbed her colar and took her a thing he invented.
It was a sauna totorture room where you had to stay in there for two hours without taking any clothing off.
When everyone (Including Don paolo) was watching Anna in there,I made an escape route and ran to the principles office and explained everything.And she didn't care.She only told me that you're not allowed to draw in your copies
Do you see it now?
It is everywhere
Whispering on the winds
Teddy Bear Pt1
“Alexandra Margo Teddy, you are being sent to Camp Green Lake as a punishment for your crimes. You will be participating in the girl’s housing program.”
Bang! The judge hit the hammer to the table and the decision was final and off I was.
I sat relatively towards the back of the bus. In a window seat. Hell of a drive so might as well look out the window. Apart from me in the ‘Renovated’ School Bus, there was the driver, obviously, and three police officers. I personally think that’s excessive, I look innocent enough.
I had been braiding my hair on the ride up so it now hung loosely in two Dutch braids. I rummaged through the small drawstring bag I had been allowed to bring.
I felt the bus stop abruptly. “Oi! Get up.” It was one of the police officers, his badges read: ‘Karl Hargrow’ I stood up and swung my bag over my shoulder, hitting him in the process. Intentional or not, I can’t say.
I stepped off the bus while the officers took their positions, one behind and one either side. Wasteland, that was the nicest description I could give it. It was dry and scorching hot and looked like water was a foreign concept.
As we walked, I saw a few buildings, tents with a letter spray painted onto the side, and a wooden cabin with the only tree I had in seen in hundreds of miles. We walked into a modern-ish building, well modern for out here. We got to a door with a plaque reading the name, Mr Sir. Officer Karl Hargrow knocked on the door.
An old man with the most unimpressed look, opens the door. “Mr Sir, this is Alexandra Teddy” Said one of the other officers. The old man looked me up and down, “Well go in then” As I stood in front his desk, the old man paced behind me, finally slumping into the chair.
“My name is Mr Sir and you shall address me as such. You are in here for a reason that, frankly, I couldn’t care less about. That’s the councillor's thing. You will dig one hole each day, 5 by 5. Your shovel will be your guide. And don’t piss off the Warden, cause then I’ll have to deal with her.” Mr Sir said.
And some lanky dude walked in. Red faced, thinning brown hair and some plain clothes, shorts and a t-shirt. “I’m Mr Pendanski, the camp councillor. You must be Andrea” “Alexandra” I corrected, damn the only girl here and can’t get my name right. “You need to meet the other boys,” He started, “As you were probably told, you are talking part in the Girls housing program at Camp Green Lake, so as if current, the only girl.”
As he was blabbering, I was following him down a corridor, reading the signs as we passed them: Camp Councillor’s, Staff, Kitchen, Dining Space and finally Rec Room. “Well this is we’re all the boys are right now, I’m going to pull the boy out who will be chaperoning you to begin with.”
I stepped back, out of view and head Pendanski calling two boy over. I head Pendanski talking about the Girls Housing Program and such so it wasn’t so weird.
“So this is who you’re going to be watching over” “But she’s a girl,” A dark skinned boy with a bandanna said. “Last time I checked” I said almost immediately.
“Did you not listen at all when I was telling you about the Girls housing program?” Pendanski sighed and continued,
“I’ll leave you two to talk for a moment, I will be cal to show you where you’ll sleep Alexandra” Pendanski says and he then walks into his office down the hall.
“So your name’s..” “Alexandra Teddy” He snicked, “What?” I asked. “Nothing” he said, yeah right, “I just think Teddy suits you, you seem too innocent to be here. Just like a Teddy Bear.” I rolled my eyes at him, “What’s your name then?” “X-Ray” I sniggered slightly before covering up with a well timed cough. “What’s so funny about X-Ray” “Nothing, I mean you seem as boring as something in the e doctor’s office”
He gave me a slight glare and said, “Well come on Teddy bear, the group don’t even know why I’m out here. Better show them you” He took my arm and pulled me inside the Rec Room. Only one table looked towards the door and paid attention for more than a glance. “Yo X-ray, who’s that?” “Guys meet Teddy Bear. Newest here for the Girls Housing whatever” I again rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname I had now acquired .
This is gonna be a long 18 months.
“Pay attention Teddy Bear!”
