(no subject)
my socks melted into the pavement
like white grains of snow being infiltrated by
a moist, unlawful shit that
had been summoned to the courts
of siberia three months ago.
it wasn't long i reached my
destination--vacant, bloodstained
eyes that i should of stabbed
sometime ago.
instead, i took a mouthful
of petroleum, ripped off
her pants with my grizzly
bear biceps.
as usual, no panties.
her mucus infected pussy lips
were swelled like a nightcrawler
that had just been injected with mutant
juice. Green puss oozed out of her orphice
symbolizing snot running from a disfigured 90
year old's nose that had no cartitage
the aroma was a witches brew of
decade old intestines, yeast left
to die, and the restoration of
vomit and sewage left in a vault
for 47 years, set at 90 degrees in
hopes of spoiling.
presuming i was going down into
the unregistered area of growths,
i fired up a match, and shot a water
stream of gasoling onto her inner
and outer libias.
the nightcrawler, pussy lips
singed until a green, plastic
goo ran down her thigh.
Her mound vibrated like an
eightball on a pool table during
an earthquake.
an alarming smoke began seeping
throught her pussy.
the ignition took out her legs
causing a black,liquid soot
to stream from her wasteline.
those few last gasps were
delivered only in orgasmic
pleasure.
then i noticed a sign of life.
A red conglomerate was stuck
up on the ceiling.
It was my imp.
like white grains of snow being infiltrated by
a moist, unlawful shit that
had been summoned to the courts
of siberia three months ago.
it wasn't long i reached my
destination--vacant, bloodstained
eyes that i should of stabbed
sometime ago.
instead, i took a mouthful
of petroleum, ripped off
her pants with my grizzly
bear biceps.
as usual, no panties.
her mucus infected pussy lips
were swelled like a nightcrawler
that had just been injected with mutant
juice. Green puss oozed out of her orphice
symbolizing snot running from a disfigured 90
year old's nose that had no cartitage
the aroma was a witches brew of
decade old intestines, yeast left
to die, and the restoration of
vomit and sewage left in a vault
for 47 years, set at 90 degrees in
hopes of spoiling.
presuming i was going down into
the unregistered area of growths,
i fired up a match, and shot a water
stream of gasoling onto her inner
and outer libias.
the nightcrawler, pussy lips
singed until a green, plastic
goo ran down her thigh.
Her mound vibrated like an
eightball on a pool table during
an earthquake.
an alarming smoke began seeping
throught her pussy.
the ignition took out her legs
causing a black,liquid soot
to stream from her wasteline.
those few last gasps were
delivered only in orgasmic
pleasure.
then i noticed a sign of life.
A red conglomerate was stuck
up on the ceiling.
It was my imp.