(no subject)
Greetings, my dearest children, would you enjoy a spot of savagery? (yea, my lord!)
I propose this; you may observe, whilst I impale my eyelids with nails, nine inches long. (we concur wholeheartedly!)
Would you care to imitate my actions in careful exactitude? (indeed, we would!)
Quaff lysergic acid diethylamide and receive intercourse to a degree of severity greater than that of my own humble existence (pardon me?)
My mind is like the unrelieved weight of an inert mass, though I struggle to rekindle my senses
Still, I struggle to determine which of the savory young women I’d prefer to saturate with my seed (oh my…)
And the good Doctor Andre exclaims, “Thin Penumbrae, you have partaken in methamphetamine!”
Certainly not! “Your ruddy visage betrays your Bacchanalian endeavor.”
I must admit, beginning in my formative years, I have consider my existence to be that of another
This belief stems from the fact that I used a belt to hang myself from my raised bed
I became enraged, and performed a mastectomy on Pamela Lee, subsequently applying such great force to her with my palm that her clothing turned backward, in the style of hip hop artists “Kris Kross”
I imbibe the heady vapors of a dense pound of marijuana, only to find that I can no longer stand erect
This occurs with celerity greater than that of an overweight she-hound who has reclined with reckless speed
Come hither, you harlot! (Penumbrae, take no action for a period of sixty seconds, she is my female, hound!)
I do not present you with intercourse, I am the avatar of the Lord our God, who has charged me with micuration upon this Earth!
I propose this; you may observe, whilst I impale my eyelids with nails, nine inches long. (we concur wholeheartedly!)
Would you care to imitate my actions in careful exactitude? (indeed, we would!)
Quaff lysergic acid diethylamide and receive intercourse to a degree of severity greater than that of my own humble existence (pardon me?)
My mind is like the unrelieved weight of an inert mass, though I struggle to rekindle my senses
Still, I struggle to determine which of the savory young women I’d prefer to saturate with my seed (oh my…)
And the good Doctor Andre exclaims, “Thin Penumbrae, you have partaken in methamphetamine!”
Certainly not! “Your ruddy visage betrays your Bacchanalian endeavor.”
I must admit, beginning in my formative years, I have consider my existence to be that of another
This belief stems from the fact that I used a belt to hang myself from my raised bed
I became enraged, and performed a mastectomy on Pamela Lee, subsequently applying such great force to her with my palm that her clothing turned backward, in the style of hip hop artists “Kris Kross”
I imbibe the heady vapors of a dense pound of marijuana, only to find that I can no longer stand erect
This occurs with celerity greater than that of an overweight she-hound who has reclined with reckless speed
Come hither, you harlot! (Penumbrae, take no action for a period of sixty seconds, she is my female, hound!)
I do not present you with intercourse, I am the avatar of the Lord our God, who has charged me with micuration upon this Earth!