liberated boob

my right boob used to hurt. and one night i was crying through all pores of my body and had to wake up 1000+ times to urinate after a sadistic sitcom series of nightmares where i wasn’t the one with the whip hand and i was back at the most ruthless and merciless working place. it is intolerable when i am not the one whipping at myself if i were¬†ever to get whipped. one never knows what enraged urination can result, but the next thing i know i blew up the toilet and there were cracks and unbridled valves just kept on pouring and splattering shit water at me and it was just not my night. but you still gotta feel grateful for the buff pee tube that you possess!! and as if the woeful urine were the clot of flem that slowly yet painfully agonized you by calling up the memories of the 💩hole, i got the greatest deepest sleep afterward. that was when i realized that i didn’t have to deal with the worst shitfucks anymore. at least for now! and my whole body started feeling slightly peaceful but of course not wholly because still the world does not treat me as much as i deserve. i can always blow up the toilet and possibly skyrocket myself to the saturn and there will be where i throw my funeral just for my corporeal flesh and i shall forever be immortal