John

they do it to dilute and remove ingestia that can cause infection in the body cavity which is their solution for the pollution of stomach contents contaminating the area my father didn't lavage the sickness out of him he scalded his stomach he chemically seared his intestines and scoured away his russia and mucosa he called what he was passing out of him rope worms

Oh, so it is pieces of your intestines. He thinks it's rope worms, but yeah, I see. Cause he's like, he's effectively like killing the intestinal lining in his gut and it's coming out of him. Yeah. Gross. He told us it was the parasites leaving his body. It wasn't, it was his damned intestines sloughing out of him and he was too blind to accept it.

Oh, so it is pieces of your intestines. He thinks it's rope worms, but yeah, I see. Cause he's like, he's effectively like killing the intestinal lining in his gut and it's coming out of him. Yeah. Gross. He told us it was the parasites leaving his body. It wasn't, it was his damned intestines sloughing out of him and he was too blind to accept it.

Oh, so it is pieces of your intestines. He thinks it's rope worms, but yeah, I see. Cause he's like, he's effectively like killing the intestinal lining in his gut and it's coming out of him. Yeah. Gross. He told us it was the parasites leaving his body. It wasn't, it was his damned intestines sloughing out of him and he was too blind to accept it.

Please believe me when I tell you that I tried to convince him to stop. Please. I tried. By the time we dragged him into the hospital, he was feverish and ranting. The doctor told us what was happening as clinically as possible. Commensal bacteria that normally exist in the stomach took advantage of his ulcered stomach and began to proliferate.

Please believe me when I tell you that I tried to convince him to stop. Please. I tried. By the time we dragged him into the hospital, he was feverish and ranting. The doctor told us what was happening as clinically as possible. Commensal bacteria that normally exist in the stomach took advantage of his ulcered stomach and began to proliferate.

Please believe me when I tell you that I tried to convince him to stop. Please. I tried. By the time we dragged him into the hospital, he was feverish and ranting. The doctor told us what was happening as clinically as possible. Commensal bacteria that normally exist in the stomach took advantage of his ulcered stomach and began to proliferate.

It nested inside him and his body was too weak to fight off the infection. Why did I let this happen? It took seven days for him to die from sepsis. The dark thought worms its way out from the memory of my father's flesh and feverish form on that hospital bed as he begs for more MMS. Do I look like someone who's dying? He'd snap. Just a little bit more and I'll be as right as rain.

It nested inside him and his body was too weak to fight off the infection. Why did I let this happen? It took seven days for him to die from sepsis. The dark thought worms its way out from the memory of my father's flesh and feverish form on that hospital bed as he begs for more MMS. Do I look like someone who's dying? He'd snap. Just a little bit more and I'll be as right as rain.

It nested inside him and his body was too weak to fight off the infection. Why did I let this happen? It took seven days for him to die from sepsis. The dark thought worms its way out from the memory of my father's flesh and feverish form on that hospital bed as he begs for more MMS. Do I look like someone who's dying? He'd snap. Just a little bit more and I'll be as right as rain.

It was the last lie he told me as he asked for one more tincture. To my great guilt, I relented. He was being eaten from the inside out by bleach he repeatedly drank. In the end, he barely had the strength to talk and the fever robbed him of any coherency. I was being consumed from the outside in by this place. How long would it take for me to die? Seven days? Seven hours?

It was the last lie he told me as he asked for one more tincture. To my great guilt, I relented. He was being eaten from the inside out by bleach he repeatedly drank. In the end, he barely had the strength to talk and the fever robbed him of any coherency. I was being consumed from the outside in by this place. How long would it take for me to die? Seven days? Seven hours?

It was the last lie he told me as he asked for one more tincture. To my great guilt, I relented. He was being eaten from the inside out by bleach he repeatedly drank. In the end, he barely had the strength to talk and the fever robbed him of any coherency. I was being consumed from the outside in by this place. How long would it take for me to die? Seven days? Seven hours?

I won't let that thought eat away at me. I squeeze and scrape myself deeper into this crevice and leave the macabre memories behind. I feel the thoughts get caught on the sharp stony smiles around me and unspool like yarn as they are pulled from me with tireless traction. This place scrapes away these scabbed and painful events and allows the rot beneath to be exposed.

I won't let that thought eat away at me. I squeeze and scrape myself deeper into this crevice and leave the macabre memories behind. I feel the thoughts get caught on the sharp stony smiles around me and unspool like yarn as they are pulled from me with tireless traction. This place scrapes away these scabbed and painful events and allows the rot beneath to be exposed.

I won't let that thought eat away at me. I squeeze and scrape myself deeper into this crevice and leave the macabre memories behind. I feel the thoughts get caught on the sharp stony smiles around me and unspool like yarn as they are pulled from me with tireless traction. This place scrapes away these scabbed and painful events and allows the rot beneath to be exposed.

The guilt of being a terrible son is torn away and replaced by dull hurt. I don't know if that last bleach concoction is what shuffled him off this mortal coil, but sure shit didn't help him. My memories of my father slowly slip away with the last one behind my earliest recollection of him. Dad was taking away my nightlight and telling me that I was too old for this and that I had to be a man.

The guilt of being a terrible son is torn away and replaced by dull hurt. I don't know if that last bleach concoction is what shuffled him off this mortal coil, but sure shit didn't help him. My memories of my father slowly slip away with the last one behind my earliest recollection of him. Dad was taking away my nightlight and telling me that I was too old for this and that I had to be a man.

The guilt of being a terrible son is torn away and replaced by dull hurt. I don't know if that last bleach concoction is what shuffled him off this mortal coil, but sure shit didn't help him. My memories of my father slowly slip away with the last one behind my earliest recollection of him. Dad was taking away my nightlight and telling me that I was too old for this and that I had to be a man.

I was four. I guess that's why I always sought out comfort on my mom's side of the bed when the voice first began to whisper to me and scared me from my sleep. Drag the memory of my mother forward as the immense pressure of this place cracks my phone and it sounds exactly like a heart breaking. I remember the sound my heart made in my mind when I got the call about my mom.