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We got through to some people at the United for Peace and Justice protest.
The Guiltiest Pleasure
I couldn’t concentrate anymore. It was always on my mind; that feeling. I wanted to feel it again. I just couldn’t feel it at home. I know it’s wrong, but it’s like a drug. I knew just where to go. Where I could experience that wonderful sensation again. I went there... to that part of town. It was late, but here you could always find it. I knew the rules. Talk to the man standing there. He always helps. He never judges. My desire was wrapped in bright yellow. We were alone. So many things flashed through my mind. What about my health? Was it safe? How many had been here before me? I drove those thoughts from my mind. NO, it’s worth it. To feel that sensation again. I need it. I put my lips around it. It was bliss. I devoured it the way the craving had devoured me. Nothing mattered anymore. Not even my self-esteem. Just get it inside me. That’s all I could think; get it in me. It was delicious. I’m not ashamed to admit it now. I love the quarter pounder with cheese.
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The Guiltiest Pleasure
I couldn’t concentrate anymore. It was always on my mind; that feeling. I wanted to feel it again. I just couldn’t feel it at home. I know it’s wrong, but it’s like a drug. I knew just where to go. Where I could experience that wonderful sensation again. I went there... to that part of town. It was late, but here you could always find it. I knew the rules. Talk to the man standing there. He always helps. He never judges. My desire was wrapped in bright yellow. We were alone. So many things flashed through my mind. What about my health? Was it safe? How many had been here before me? I drove those thoughts from my mind. NO, it’s worth it. To feel that sensation again. I need it. I put my lips around it. It was bliss. I devoured it the way the craving had devoured me. Nothing mattered anymore. Not even my self-esteem. Just get it inside me. That’s all I could think; get it in me. It was delicious. I’m not ashamed to admit it now. I love the quarter pounder with cheese.
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All images that appear in the daily entries on this site are copyright to their respective owners and People Opposed to Organized Protest claims no credit for them unless otherwise noted. If you own the rights to any of the images and do not wish them to appear on this site please contact us and they will be promptly removed
People Opposed to Organized Protest is a fictitious organization and is intended to be entertainment. The views and opinions on this site are satirical in nature, and not to be considered a news source. Facts found in legitimate news sources to produce the daily content of this blog may be exaggerated, fabricated, or ignored. So, BACK OFF BUDDY and try and have a little sense of humor.