Internet pornography, supercells of temptation
On August 21st 2003 an F5 tornado touched down 3 miles east of Kansas city. It’s black swirling mass stretched six miles across. Sirens could be heard screaming in every direction as people scurried to their shelters. Like a starved monster, it devoured everything in it’s path, homes, schools, buildings, cars, trucks, trees. Eyewitness accounts told of an eerie darkness, followed by what was described like the sound of a thunderous train coming right at them. Before fizzing out nowhere special in the expanse of the great plains, the viscous supercell would tally a death toll of 38 lives and cause 6 billion in property damage. These scenarios play out all to often in a stretch of the great plains called tornado ally. It is here that all the necessary ingredients...
She had her hook in the deepest part of me
“No matter how many magazines and DVD’s I burned, no matter how many times I cried to God that I would never do it again, no matter how many computers I smashed, I always went back to porn. There was no code or password that would stop me. There was no internet filter that i could not get around. There was no vow or promise I could make that I could ever keep. I always went back to ‘her’. For about thirty six years I was a slave to this adulteress. I loved her and I hated her. I ran to it when I was bored or depressed or overworked and she gave me the ecstasy she promised, for a second or so. She eventually even took that away too. She exacted a heavy price in return, my hopes , my dreams, my very soul. Now that I have long been free and...
