Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Snookums!   Stoned and jerking off to the cries of misery and pain rattling ‘round the cavern of my skull, I grow and stiffen until I am the ravening  beast whose rotting fangs eviscerate the young and the innocent in a live sex show violently applauded by the blurred hands of spectators whose diamonds flash in the footlights and the stench of designer cologne fills the air;  blood and gore coat my sweat-stained chest as arms and legs are sucked into my maw and the audience screams its approval by waving their shit-stained spreadsheets in the air and the frenzy increases by the second until the dust of dried spunk engulfs the stage in the fog that conceals all, and the fatigued ennui of the spent returns, anxious for the next show.   Oh Lord, sanctify my vision!   Hewhodon’tgiveashit     5:04:33 AM    comment []

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