Opening up the rusted Queens head, I push my cock lovingly in to the soft gray matter, parting around my member like gelatin.
"Wait till you cop a bit of this!" Exclaims a horny little atom bomb. He oscillates wildly, squatting on the floor, gently masturbating whilst a creep in a 2 piece slime suit waits expectantly to push the button and let the little bomb spill his radioactive cum all over the floor.
The newly polished floor. I can eat shit off of that floor and still feel clean inside.
Reconnaissance hums over head. I wonder what they are looking at, or what they are looking for?
Alois stumbles in and gives his son an era defining, genocide inducing thump around the head. The son falls to the floor sobbing and masturbating in a deranged and uncontrollable manner.
Friday, 17 August 2007
Thursday, 16 August 2007
Always Smiling and Arriving Late for Tea
piano keys for fingers
every touch and manipulation is a fitting tune
love induces jazz with each caress
My mind can smell the acid stench, the Plum pencil that is being systematically driven in to every man and woman's head. Sipping on dect 225 , the sound key fails to initialize.
Civil servants listen attentively to old wife's tales about adolescent sexual activity, of the blown cocks and violent intercourse, the unstoppable passion that only the fondest mothers know of.
I break the Cotes-D'armor, Chernobyl rings loudly in our ears. If you look very closely you can watch the environment melt before your eyes, you are eyes and everything you see is tainted infinitely by your communication skills.
There is a small hole in my jacket pocket. I lost unmentionable hours trying to source a distraction for the items i misplaced in the lining of it.
Hitting the gate hard his skull spills out over the railings, falling in satisfying thuds against the field floor. The cow shit is covered in blood and a grey lifeless lump of a brain slops down next to it, amusingly confirming my suspicions about this mans mental capacity in a final and re-assuring manner. I meant to kill him, it was never not my intention to ultimately rob this shallow and useless drone of his conscious existence.
every touch and manipulation is a fitting tune
love induces jazz with each caress
My mind can smell the acid stench, the Plum pencil that is being systematically driven in to every man and woman's head. Sipping on dect 225 , the sound key fails to initialize.
Civil servants listen attentively to old wife's tales about adolescent sexual activity, of the blown cocks and violent intercourse, the unstoppable passion that only the fondest mothers know of.
I break the Cotes-D'armor, Chernobyl rings loudly in our ears. If you look very closely you can watch the environment melt before your eyes, you are eyes and everything you see is tainted infinitely by your communication skills.
There is a small hole in my jacket pocket. I lost unmentionable hours trying to source a distraction for the items i misplaced in the lining of it.
Hitting the gate hard his skull spills out over the railings, falling in satisfying thuds against the field floor. The cow shit is covered in blood and a grey lifeless lump of a brain slops down next to it, amusingly confirming my suspicions about this mans mental capacity in a final and re-assuring manner. I meant to kill him, it was never not my intention to ultimately rob this shallow and useless drone of his conscious existence.
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