EXPERIENCE

EXPERIENCE

Published on May 30th, 2025 at 5:23 pm PST by Julian Sellers

EXPERIENCE is future sex for panty sniffers and bathroom cocksuckers, for suicide bombers in a world of crisis actors and pretentious poseurs, a hidden camera in a middle school locker room, a coalition of natural born terrorists, the truth filtered through the bowels of white apocalypse, the eternal aesthetic bliss of total resignation to your own selfish and shallow victimhood.

Questions:

1.Do you expect to be hated?

2.Has anyone ever touched you there?

3.What do you eat in a normal day?

4.Have you ever accepted money in exchange for sex?

5.Have you ever accepted sex in exchange for money?

6.What is your wildest sexual fantasy?

7.Do you believe in God?

8.How old were you when you realized you would never be considered human?

9.What is the difference between these two photographs?

And now, a collection of images:

1.The washboard ribcage of a sixteen year old girl covering her breasts with her hands like claw machines grasping.

2.The simple ass of a Ukrainian teenager being spread for a grainy camcorder.

3.The last living seconds of an Arab (Iraqi or maybe Palestinian) blown in half.

4.A pretty blond heroin chic model sitting cross legged in a dress with a slit exposing her left leg, which has been thoroughly eaten away at by krokodil or xylazine.

5.The sexy photos you took at fifteen and have been worried sick ever since you’d find again in the wild.

Take a long hard look, really fucking take in what you’re seeing. Pretend these images are videos and listen to the sounds that they make. Do this every day until you’re ready to act sensibly, or until your mind becomes so soiled that you just give up this idiot lie and realize that you’re wholly unrecognizable to yourself, way beyond the point of no return. Then you can do anything but what you really want, what you’ve always wanted, because that want isn’t true anymore, and the only thing that is true is experience.