So I was looking at porn when (Fellow writers

So I was looking at porn when (Fellow writers do not make this dirty. Consider it a challenge. Feel free to challenge the rest of the victims as well.)

I lost my sight. Mama always warned me that if I didn't stop doing...well, you know...that...I 'd go blind. As usual, Mama was right. What Mama didn't know is that now, I

have nothing to lose. So now I can do my thing morning, noon, and night. Mama still tries to visit me, but obviously I do not see her.

It has become rather difficult to find solace. My will to live is vanishing.

I must now place my will to live under a microscope to find any future there. Today I saw some children scurrying around in my little Petri dish. I wonder if this means

my will to live begat striving for greatness and filial piety but it was just desire for nourishment and wish for approval. I sprinkled manna on the petri dish & the tiny children

went mad with delight. Manna-dusted growth medium was the microchildren's favorite treat! Then, a tragic error: in my zeal to focus, I lowered the lens too far and crushed the

handed me a whisk broom, said "clean it up yourself", and marched out the front door and home to her mother, who had been dead for several years. I looked at the shattered remains

I pointed at a specific remain and I told it-, I said, "I don't know those voices. I don't have to listen to strange voices. Especially when they claim to be from friends.