Mildly upsetting ComiCS

  do i consume to survive? or because i am bored? is it wrong to derive such pleasure from taking snacks? chips from the closet, cookies under the bed, pasta in the basement, burgers in my head. i eat and i do so. angry, bored,... sad....i eat the feelings away and the food has me feeling glad. cheese and crackers are a favorite there is no denying that. calories calories making me so so fat!

 I see bugs bunny on my TV. His classic antics and rubber hose body blessing my television set with his usual catchphrase after he thwarts yet another attempt on his life "Whats up doc?" i laugh, spaghetti falling from my mouth and off my beard onto my white t-shirt. my mom looks annoyed at me, seeing the fat hairy man child she is forced to call her "son". Some nights you wake to find her holding a pillow under her arm and mutter ever so softly to herself "one day......soon....". For now though you are enjoying the red pasta sauce and the wacky misfortune of elmer Fudd.

 His fingers are weiners, His name is Stephen. He had 2 different pairs of socks on his feet at all times but never is seen with shoes, his fingers are dongs, His name is Stephen. He never likes to wear anything but a pair of biking shorts, oddly and sickeningly colored green, his fingers are cocks, his name is Stephen. He speaks with a slow and purposeful deep Georgian tones, you can feel the sweet ice tea and sweet succulent peaches enter your mind as he speaks to you. His fingers are willy's, his name is Stephen.

  I'm sorry i couldn't get enough feed for you Mousey.... i tried so hard but the pet store didn't have enough! i really tried Mousey! your such a good boy....your such a BIG boy, you deserve more then i can give you. I've given you everything, food, water....my parents....my friends....how in hell can you be so HUNGRY. you've eaten everything and everyone i've ever wanted and loved in my life....the only thing i havent given you yet....IS my life...... I'd do it too, all for you Mousey. What's that mousey? your hungry again.....ok buddy.... i got one more piece of food i can give you..... open wide buddy....its not much but its all i have left.....

red looking sus  

 homi homi

 Stupid cunt Karen told me to put out my cig, fuckin bitch cant have shit in Detroit.

Elnor is the middle child in my family. i'm 12, he's 14, Jericho is 18. Elnore doesn't go to school, the district wont let him and he doesn't fit into moms Honda anyways so i dont know how he could get there.  there are a few things you need to know about Elnore before you come to hang out at my house. He is very tall. He has really big eyebrows. he has a BIT of a gimp arm. and his ribs on both of his sides are openly exposed and you can hear him breathe when its cold out. he has asthma... thats all you really need to know about him really.  

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 Ken eats my cereal, every, fucking, morning. doesn't matter the kind, or the milk, or the grams of sugar per serving. He always eat my Goddamn cereal. He isn't even employed! He pays his portion of rent with his SSI because he has "anxiety driven PTSD" from working on School bus and that somehow counts him in as a leech off the underbelly of this whole fuckin system!!! meanwhile I work at Staples taking double shifts and working OVERTIME just so his greedy, broken, bleached white maw can shovel in as much of MY Cinnamon toast crunch as can humanly be fit on a spoonful. All he does is watch Markiplier videos and slap his thighs together and laughs at his tablet while eating copious amounts of MY FUCKING CEREAL!!! he GETS SPITTLE AND CINNAMON DUST EVERY - FUCKING -WHERE AND DOESNT BOTHER TO WIPE IT UP!!!..... i might be a little to harsh on him though....he is probably autistic.... yep i hear my little pony coming from his room.....definitely autistic.

 he comes at night. every night at 12:43AM. I dont know when he started showing up. seems like he has been here forever, never was there? one of the two, havent slept well in a few....years. coffee doesnt let me stay awake to avoid him, he serves me my espresso from the keurig, hot and steaming, whipped cream on top just to spite me. he does a lot of things just to spite me, and every week its a new thing, a new little tiny insignificant thing that drives me closer and closer to that noose... Rubbing one of  his three milky nipples on my laptop to smudge the screen with his greasy lactating skin. Giving me the bird while I lay down in bed and trying to have a wank while calling me a "inconsumate cuck" Not flushing after using the John and wiping his plankboard flat ass on my cat Fluffers..... there is no end, for my demon named "Tiddlywank"