The day before yesterday I had a dream where I got to meet up w an internet friend of mine who was popular online because of a memorial Instagram account she had dedicated to her younger brother. She never public ally revealed how he died so when we met I asked her and through her tears she talked about how her dad was an “open masochist” who was into this one specific kink called “glucose respiration”. It consisted of chugging glucose and staying as still as possible until your body could get rid of it one way or the other. Usually it could just be done with medical grade glucose (the kind they give to babies with infant jaundice. I know this because according to my parents I had infant jaundice and they had to feed me glucose in some kind of ICU) or a thicker, harder to obtain glucose just for this kink. Her brother got a hold of this thicker glucose and had somehow drank enough to kill him. After that, i went to the airport and then had to evacuate because they found a really toxic isotope of sodium in the air. Damn...
Anyways, I’m writing this on my iPhone 6! The typing sounds are fun. Using this thing is very cathartic...but blogging isn’t so efficient...(anime girl voice)Uuuuu....doushiyou......
Bye! Good night~!
~Cat