Subject: Re: My Buttery Fear From: Antifrance Newsgroups: alt.support.social-phobia,alt.fan.tom-servo Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 Message-ID: <3843415A.AFE686DE@yahoo.com> Jaime M De Castellvi wrote some of the following: > Your Akashic from a previous life in which you perhaps were the victim of butter. In a former life, you slipped on butter while holding a knife, causing > a decapitation in a similar context (I had a weird dream myself not quite as stupid though). My dream was about a story my mommy told me > long ago, involving what I believe was the untimely death of my bestest imaginary friend, Jake. (Jake's invisible 'cause he left his > previous physical body by way of being murdered). Perhaps somebody was masturbating with butter and left some on the floor; you slipped and were > decapitated in your current home, or the home which used to be there until the evil bunnies showed up. They burrowed under a previous house > before your current home was built. Or perhaps repressed memories from when the aliens shoved a big metal hoobajoob up your butt. Or something from > your childhood involving the bathroom, decapitation here being symbollic of when they screwed up a circumcision, making you half the man you were, or > for something else (the cutting of something else?), if not current delusions of your head containing anything worth severing anyway. This causes > anxieties about something else --symbollically represented as a man jerking off with butter, though I don't know why that's related to > decapitation. > > Or perhaps it is way simpler than all that. Remember that mistake you made while you and Dan produced gay porn together? You know the photos you > made in your webpage, when you gave Dan de wrong sort of head (from your ear instead of orally)? Wasn't that weird (especially from > his point of view)? Perhaps you incurred his wrath, and he has decided to cut off the head- of your penis! But it's gone already, so he needs a new way to > get you back. Maybe he has printed a hard copy of your own pic, and is masturbating over it, dripping melted butter everywhere, and afterwards, > using it as a voodoo link to you. May well be he's standing or sitting in a puddle of unusually sticky butter, thinking of you strapped to a chair in > his living room in front of the computer right now, grinning with evil certainty that soon your asshole will hurt more than it ever has before, with > glee and menacing a paper cut of your picture with an awful pair of butter knives. Or maybe he'll just cut off the rest of your penis with some > dinosaur scissors while you're taking a crap. --- Brendan Dillon, General Purpose God
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