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Anger and its uses.
The first time I met Paul I was not quite sure what I had gotten myself into. He was a friend of a friend who was interested in missions, that’s what we called Urban Exploration events in 1998, before we knew it was a named and widespread hobby. He was quiet but passionate. As I came to know him Paul seemed like a good friend who...
22.April.2019 I am sitting on a woman’s chest. We call this Mount position. I am trying my best to choke her with both hands. My right hand grasps the back of her collar so that the boney side of my wrist naturally impinges on her carotid artery as well as the trachea when my other hand closes on the other side of her neck...
This was our first outing together in years. Lifetimes ago this tunnel had been an initiation of sorts. We went over some of the details we remembered, talked about how much more information was available these days, and how we had only seen a train come through on Youtube as we stitched together country back-roads on a cool early...
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