21.2.08
Nightmares Spilling Over their Cup.
A few days ago I had a graphic dream of someone cutting layers off a dead man's head, starting at the face and then back, as if he were a loaf of bread. Yikes.

But that didn't terrify me nearly as much as the story of a sadistic gynecologist who mutilates dozens of women and never gets arrested. It scares the utter shit out of me, and I have trouble getting it out of my head. I can't help but think that, if he were mutilating men's genitals, he would've been jailed from the start. This guy hasn't even been charged in spite of all the women who've spoken out against him. Potential trigger warning:

A woman goes into her local hospital for routine minor surgery to remove a tiny lesion on her labia. But just before the anesthetic is administered, her doctor leans over her - out of earshot of the operating theatre staff.

“I’m going to take your clitoris too,” he whispers.

When she wakes…

Pain… agonising pain. To her horror, all her external genitalia - labia and clitoris - have been cut out of her body.

Holy shit, it's the stuff of nightmares. Never have I ever been in such favor for vigilante justice.
Unknown at 5:52 PM


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Je t'ai croisée
Un samedi soir
Et j'ai jeté sur ta silhouette
Une poignée d'épices colorées
Mon but était clair
T'envoûter
Tout en restant
Libre-moi et libre-toi
Car le roi de l'amour
N'a plus besoin d'esclaves

Adieu, adieu la nuit
Adieu tristesse, adieu les larmes
Je ne suis plus celui
Que tu as connu, plus le même
Ô bel enfant
Qui a tant pleuré
Adieu tout est fini
Adieu les larmes, adieu la nuit

Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour
Alors nous nous sommes séparés
Comme déjà saturés des délices du futur
Et j'ai marché seul
Guidé par ton ombre
J'ai traversé la ville déserte
Encore étincelante
Du voyage des rêveurs

Je t'ai croisé un samedi soir
Et déjà j'aimais l'odeur de ton rire
Et le soleil de minuit a brillé pour nous
Jusqu'à l'arrivée du jour

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