Daddy's Little Girl by Christopher L. Knives There was little light. It was the perfect setting for his dark charade, as he was the conductor of a gruesome and sadistic ploy. After violently shaking the family into fractured regiments, the scum of existence landed on his greatest manipulation. It was the daughter of a middle class family that was playing the corporate game. A family that lived for making the big impression, a mother that never stayed home for more than an hour and a dad who might as well remain nameless. This sacred piece of the family was a savored piece, as she was an example of how a woman in a youthful age should never be. She loved herself in way that raped respect, skinning the very meaning of it into a belittled category of meaningless proportions. People used her as she let herself be used. She was more of a contaminated piece of filth that somehow bore a soul. She became one with her disease as it built a feeling of belonging. Unfortunately, the feeling of being alive only lasted as long as her partner.
It was in her plot to go from pleasure to pleasure that gave the beast his reasoning, if there ever was any. Her craving for attention and for respect, created for her, a desire to scum to the bottom of the trough and become a wasted girl that fucked on camera. It wasn’t hard for her to force exploitations upon herself, but it was hard to earn a buck doing it. She didn’t live in Las Angeles, California. She lived in a small Wyoming town, which was the most underground place of places to start. She was doing the work of a porn star and getting paid a hookers wage, if even that. Hundreds of guys would treat her like an open house and wreck whatever orifice she had. They had full control of her and could have done her a favor. Being as helpless as she was, her life was spared for many months and somehow, disease and pregnancy missed her. With the horde of men that she had endured it was a blessing, but the only one(More)

The Real Deal: Professionals by Bill Goldberg (Yes, for those that know. This is a tribute to Phil Hartman's character Bill Mcneal on one of the greatest TV shows of all time News Radio.)

What is the deal with the so called professionals that make up our society? Do they think they can just do whatever they want without any regard to public safety, or common courtesy? Let’s not even begin to talk about morals, morality died the moment it was incorporated into law. The moment politicians began to take speech lessons from preachers and other great and border-lined retarded prophets. We, the people, must first recognize ourselves as the common people, those that work a grueling shift that consists of back-to-back mindless, thought numbing, skill deteriorating job. Most of us try hard to succeed. We try hard to make ends meet, while these professionals with professional occupations are following through on agendas that are aimed at squeezing more and more out of us. They are like vultures, plotting how much more we can take, how much more pressure could our paychecks a (More)