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rodent
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 Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 8:24 pm Post subject: vomit-promoting contest |
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the most disgusting image you can think of , ( dont do stuff about sex or annything like that ) write it down here and keep it a few lines long . Think about stuff like needles sticking out from peoples eyes and a mans pulsing brain hung by a chain in a dirty prison cell surrounded by buzzing flys , hehe
Ill be the judge , there isent a prize , other than my undying respect -rod
( Some one i know acctually has been made to vomit from a piece of text , i read it and saw the awsome power of filth , see if you can make some one vomit) |
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| Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 9:23 am Post subject: |
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The most disgusting thing for me is when you're badly wounded, blood gushes out of your body and maggots tries to devour your wounds. The more you bleed, the more maggots will try to consume you and your conscience.
How's that for starters? |
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| Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 6:16 pm Post subject: |
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The most disguisting thing I can think of is that woman who got a face transplant. That was unmitigated grossness.
It was on an advert I saw...someone said: "I'd rather drink a cup of cold sick!" than do something or other.
Now think about doing that...truly and deeply...
Would it be the thin, liquid type of vomit that smells sour and bitter? Or would it be the thicker type, the type that contains part-digested food in soft lumps, and gives off an odour of your latest meal? Now imagine drinking it...feeling it slip sour and cool down your throat...hitting your stomach...reacting with the emptiness there....
Disgusting enough? Graphic enough? Is this too long, Rodent?
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| Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 6:44 pm Post subject: |
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I almost DID vomit on yours, Shadow.
Have you ever seen a severed arm? Oh no, not just one severed arm-there were other mangled parts in the blood-soaked bush, too. The sticky red clung to your pimply skin as your eyes slowly traveled over the 3 day old flesh. With a malicious glitter in your eyes, you slowly sink your teeth into the arm.
It's slushy and squishy. Some parts, like around the elbow bone, are harder to tear off and don't have as much meat. But the top part of the arm-now that's good.
Licking your chops, you pull out your dirt-streaked mirror and examine your teeth to see if there are any left over bits of flesh stuck between your teeth. Flicking a few bits out with your cracked nails, you curse softly. Your gold filling isn't exactly a gold anymore: it's more of a burnished copper.
Oh well-you didn't have it as bad as Dracula. His fillings turned black with grime, blood, and dust. But then again, Evonn's fillings stayed gold-she polished them more than once a day.
You sigh. Some vampires have ALL the luck. |
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| Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 1:07 am Post subject: |
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His body is twisted beyond all recognition, but – he is still alive. One could almost imagine the way his eyelids would be fluttering – if indeed, he still had eyelids. The residue of his popped eyeballs nestle in the hollows of their sockets and dribble down his cheeks . His intestines have been ripped out and are tied around his neck; he has no fingernails, and only one foot. Alternatively one could say he has only half a foot, as the toes of his left are missing as well. No, not missing – once the viewer gets past the horrors of his absent nose, they can see the toes stuffed in his tongueless mouth.
Is that kind of what you meant? |
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| Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 2:22 am Post subject: |
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I almost DID vomit on a few of the above. Mine's not as good, but I had to add my two cents anyway:
"Could you make a grilled cheese while you're in the kitchen?" their sister had asked, not minutes before. With a chuckle, into the pan went olives, pickle juice, and tomato sauce. Scrambled up like an omlet and slopped into a bowl. Holding it behind their back, the two walked into the dining room. "Oh Lily..."
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Yikes! Sorry I double posted, I'm having trouble deleting the double. Mods? Anyone? |
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| Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 10:15 pm Post subject: |
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| Arching my body into your kiss it's easy to imagine we're melting. Almost hesitantly, you slide your tongue into my mouth; exploring the hidden crevices. I can feel the heat from your body becoming more intense, soon you will be cold. Just when you began to reach a climax I decide to end this foolish masquerade of trust. Shoving the muzzle into the bottom of your chin I pull away and ask kiss me? |
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| Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 3:49 pm Post subject: |
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| Um, concertchick? I can understand kisses being nauseating, but vomit-promoting? Maybe I just didn't get your drift...? |
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| You're standing on a corpse filled battlefield. You can hardly walk without stepping in a rotting corpse. The smell is unbearable. Something grabs your ankle. One of the fallen soldiers isn't dead yet, miraculously. "Help," he tries to say to you, but the pain of living through the rotting away of his flesh prevents him from forming words. You take out your knife to end his suffering. You see the gratitude in his eyes, then plunge your weapon deep into his chest, feeling the flesh give way sickly. Some gas formed in pockets just beneath the skin comes out and you see the oozing flesh sink slightly. As the man gives a dying sigh, a maggot is blown from his mouth. Flies swarm to your bloody hand. |
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| My fingers trail gently over your exposed skin.... the little hairs raise, willing sacrifices. I reach to your mouth, the source of your sobs. I grasp a sole tooth, and determinedly I pull... the slime and stale breathe slip my deadened fingers off, but I continue with the diligence that only total loss of sanity can bring. The wet, warm suction of your tooth roost ripping out of freely bleeding gums is a sonnet of simplicity. Now the tooth edge traces my fingertip trails as the tears follow... seeping, running unhurriedly down your face, they blend with the matted black hole in gum.. mixing salt into the red-brown sponge of flesh, Blue, Black, and Red. Salt and Iron, waltz around certainty, and with a final retching gasp, your movement stops. But mine does not. |
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