fucking the antichrist
ive never been able to understand the unknow and the confusing aspects of the obscene and never cna make them play. i grouped her breasts and there was nothing she could look at. i found the new penis floating in a jar of coca cola. the penis was magical and a goddesses. i clashed myself by taking the hardened semen and slicing into the areas upon which it has fallen. across the next two weeks while in the mental instituition there was nothing they could do but labotomize me and pump me full with there semen and the unknown objects of syrian bottles, while taking hits from a hookah. the hookah magic no longer could hold the vaginal sack that exuded some opulescent being that became the pot of the new ages. taken another hit from this cunt i take the prize and ejaculate in the darknesses of crevases in the seedy hotel. together we make sweet music as the sandpaper wrapped around my hand scraps away the epidermis and eventual adipose of my rock hard phallus. we take off into the night of mescalin and mushrooms and LSD untill th ecops pull us over. the exchange of money and the feeling up of the fag cop make the days go on. til next time children of the necro-pedophile.