The Route Falter Of Mount Everest(Entry:#1)

CW:Sexual Implications,Tryphobia.

1.Journal 1:Aces Snapshot.

I have been stuck at Mount Everest for awhile now and i don't know why, i should have been deceased by now like the many former victims who traversed this place getting to comfortable with the grasp of death to quick. Which a lot of people know infamousely about this place for that said reason but i don't know who decides to go to Mount Everest the people who mainly do that shit are plain vanilla dumbasses that have no life that's my own take. Take it or leave it.

However if that is what i believe with my own philosophy why did i make an attempt to go to Mount Everest? That is quite literally an complex question that i wouldn't give the answer to yet as i had it all packed and weirdly enough i took simple cover in my own truck which i drove for atleast an huge chunk of my process to Mount Everest i still had an quite good grasp of what i was doing or so i thought at the very least. But bascially i started to quickly run out of fuel for my truck so i had to mainly walk into this land of physical despair, the gray zone of mother nature the one i got used to by now. But i psychologically had to be very well thought out with my process of traversing this hellhole to make sure i didn't become deceased by the jaws of death or perhaps killed by some unknown reasons that were beyond my simple comprehension which was deserved.

The environment started to hit the purest state of pitch darkness as my eyes started to close rapidly with no warning what so ever and i fainted in the process aswell and throttled towards the ground being engulfed in snow that bled on the edges of my face and other segments of my body.

But the sounds of someone carrying my body started to sink into to me when i woke up later i couldn't see who it was as i started to get an violent grasp of violence that was getting applied to my body at such an bleak short amount of time as i got taken into company at an house. I was at an bed currently updating my journal with the boundaries of lined paper the manuscript for perhaps an non fiction novel about my discoveries of Mount Everest and my own perspective of this gray zone of humanity, until i started to look up form my writing and the lights started to turn off as someone or something started to run across the ground's main interior directly running towards my room at an unpredictable state of turmoil psychologically for me. As it was an women who donned long nails that seemed to be pretty healthy for other aspects of her body, she wore fish net stockings that were painted black, and she had black hair and was weirdly enough wearing an red bra. She then started to give me an wink that manifested into an long surrealistic state of smiling, that looked very false and uncomfortable in every single tiny minature detail. "Do you know why i grabbed you and took you here do you know why or do you want to have more details handsome?" The women made an very vague statement that in execution made no sense due to the context of how i felt an very tight grasp that belonged to an deity beyond my comprehension compared to an grasp of human it was an very harsh one to put it at that but what if this person i am talking to is beyond my comprehension what if they check the notes i have been reading? What if they take an look at the snapshot i took before i was in this room recording my discoveries? Should i trust myself or her or should i trust my non existent god? Or should i trust suicide? I should trust nobody not even my self but i should trust the exact concept of non emotional which is what i was in every single aspect psychologically mainly.

"Honey what's wrong please don't leave the room?" I started to quickly exit the room i was formely present at for some reason that i couldn't wrap my psyche around, until i grabbed my camera and went back upstairs after and quietly started to position it at her face as she started to weirdly enough know previously that i was going to do that as she started to wink towards the camera and i took her picture for further confirmation of an theory i manifested psychologically. What if you trickle the one that fingers you? And face the jaws of punishment after at it's perfect state that manifested into an much more bleaker conclusion.

After that little theory i partaked in doing she grabbed me and started to kiss me as i started to enjoy it in the process as she started to moan aswell, as i noticed that two glasses were present on the bed side taking comfort there and so as an bottle of the fresh cleansing state of wine. She then poured it in there especially with the other one that was implied to be for me. I violently chugged my glass of wine as i started to look grotesque i started to cleanse my mouth more and more throughout the process my mouth was clamped in as flesh was sticking out in different positions and my face started to become separated with the context of my eyes as they started to blink rapidly as my face started to become violently bloated with different holes that ascended into an much more smaller state that was claustrophobic in the most textbook definition of claustrophobia known to god as an whole.

2.The Ramblings Of An Former Visitor At Mount Everest(Part:#1).

His body started to twirl around the snowy ground's main surface as his body started to become painted in an weird black substance as well as their eyes that were poked out with an sort of pointy object that made him not see any single sight of his environment as more of the black substance started to spew out of his mouth in small proportions as he started to experience an psychological breakdown that was quite gut wrenching to the person who dragged him here as that said person started to examine the man as the man started to put his hands over the person who brought them to this land of harm safe pleasant strokes of harm that were tied directly to the man's healthy obsession with dangerous acts that the world implemented across the human race particulary god and i would like to think him for that thank you god thank you god for doing this thank you god for doing this, you didn't need to do this to us thanks for making us staple them people across the land of freewill forcing them under the jaws of extreme physical and psychological pressure while they still examined this labrinyth as the man started to stick his sticky lengths of flesh to the person's face as they started to directly connect to each other in an painful state that bled with physical suffering as the person started to violently scream and pounce with blood that the man started to replenish into another state of vulnerability as the man started to consume every single teeny tiny aspect of the person whos eyes started to roll out with blood as an weird orb like haze started to become consumed in the man's mouth as the person started to scream which manifested into an long session of crying that made them beg for apologies but apologies are just talk and talk his cheap we all know that and talk gets you easily into the afterlife then surviving would do which you should avoid always and be unsafe as possible.