Patricia

How beauty kills.

Once upon a time in a place not too far away there lived a beautiful young woman of 24 years name Patricia. Pat, as she was known to her friends, was a picture perfect image of the be all end all of that was good and perfect. But one day Pat got a job sitting in a dark office behind a large desk processing large numbers of paperwork all day while she had a fine view of a grayish block wall. While staring at the wall day in and day out, she soon realized that she was living in a world of shit. She had slowly sunk into the depths of her own human shit hole and she was burying herself in more shit with her shitty thoughts. She became testy towards every one she saw. Not only was her attitude different, but she started to change physically also. She gained 215 pounds and little red buds of acne sprung up all over her face. Her mind started tormenting her bones and joints so much that she was constantly in a state of pain and was always complaining about her health. She found peace in pharmasuticals. By popping pills in her mouth every hour or so, she became more tolerable as a human being but the drugs merely formed a hideous mask over her true existence as an evil satyr sent from hell. She stopped communicating with everybody and quickly became a drooling, constantly complaining bitch that brought darkness to everyone she came in contact with. She turned off everybody, so society just turned her off. Last I heard, they sealed up her gloomy office and let the poor bitch die and rot away.{ 9/24/90. RINS }