I had a crazy wart once. The thing had a life of about 10 months and I methodically made attempts to assasinate said blemish. It began as a small little bugger on my middle finger, and since I have had them before, I knew how to get rid of them. Kill the seed.

I began puting various wart removers on it and keeping it wrapped in a band aid. It would get a shell on the outside, being very dry, but on the inside, a demon slept. After a couple of weeks wrapped up in the band aid it would hurt. I could feel my pulse in it. I thought an alien would spawn from it. I took the band aid off and stopped with the wart remover and it would grow back bigger and stronger. This went on for 6 months. Sometimes I would rub it with sandpaper to whittle it down. Sporatically, in a fit of rage, I would take a razor blade and perform surgery on the mound, attempting to get at the seed. The thing had an artery, it hurt badly. It bled profusely. It grew back bigger and more painful. I would not give up. It would not beat me. Doubts crept into my subconscious.

During the first month since I made my move to the desert I had a couple climate induced afflictions. Being so dry, and me not being from a dry climate, my nose dried up so bad that it cracked and bled routinely. My lips chapped and bleeding. The wart, a rock. One day at my moms house I found a pumice stone and started rubbing the wart to whittle it down. This time, it whittled down dramatically. I repeated these steps for a week and the fucking 10 month long struggle was surprisingly over. The wart was killed. I had won.

If you cant get rid of a wart, move to the desert and rub it with pumice.

Dirty whore.