Belittle The Analytical Politically
Like crawling out from under giant shards of pumpkin rinds covered in red cellophane. An audience of grotesque zombie dolphins cackles and applauds as I emerge, their browned and wrinkled flesh peeling off and dropping to the floor in chunks as the sway back and forth with laughter.
How I long to go dumpster diving at the abortion clinic. Its been my dream for some time to amass a vast army of heavily armed aborted children to reign terror and destruction against the evil christian world which wants to stop them from being aborted. Let the killed be the killers. And the lifers be dead. Certainly they won't see that coming. They never see anything coming. Disgusting peons the whole lot of them, always pretending to be the victims. Whining about how we've taken their prayer away. I assure you, were going to take a lot more then prayer away from you, when the tattered and torn fetuses come, dressed head to stumps in bondage gear.
Recently my friends Deer Ben, Sassquatch and I. Went over to that city with all the knocked over buildings, to see Li'l GnR again. As always it was a fun experience. The band was a lot more animated then they usually are and you can tell they're getting more comfortable with being on stage and talking to people and what not.
When we got home, our beloved pirate friend came over and we watched movies before going outside to shine as bright as we ever could in the light of the moon. The Marlboro lights made me smile, I felt like a real punk rock space man as I made the hair around his beard glow. I always do, I love the night, and I love my friends very much.
This beautiful experience gave me a vision, inspired by the expression of another mans lust.
A family is sitting around the christmas tree passing out presents. The youngest son is watching his sister try on her new Full Metal Jacket Underoos. Which feature a cute little cartoon picture of Pvt. Pyle sitting on the toilet with the gun in his mouth emblazoned on the crotch. When suddenly he feels a stir in his pants.
A loud unzipping noise cuts through the calmness of the room, like a flaming sword turning back round to cut through christs own soul. As a fully pitched tent sprouts from the boys pants. The boy finds himself inside of it wondering just how he got there. Suddenly he hears screaming as his family outside, rushes to take cover in his crotch-born tent.
Mother, father and sister all crowd insode to hide, but from what? The young boy wondered.
Outside the boy could hear a thunder clap. Suddenly it begins to rain. But this wasn't just any rain. This rain came down in thick white gobs, which began to ooze through the fabric of the tent to soil and sully the faces of his loving family that had gathered inside.
Without warning a bear materializes as the physical representation of the young boys lust. The family screams in terror as the bear rips open the tent and locks eyes with the boy. "WELCOME TO PUBERTY!!!", screams the bear, before melting into a pile of blood and entrails which slithers up the boys leg and crawls back into his mouth.
"Jesus Crispies! Mr. Jolly, thats the third post in a row that had something to do with an underage boy ejaculating or being ejaculated on. Don't you think of anything else" - Pariah The Penguin
This thanksgiving I hope to have a special turkey I dreamt of in a dream. It is a roasted turkey, yet its head is alive with spirit. Unlike a normal turkey with a giant gaping cavity filled with gizzard. The cavity instead extends to a human neck with a blueish head attached. The face is that of an old women, not unlike Angela Lansbury in appearance, her face is wrinkled, but soothing. Like the grandmother that gave you lots of presents before dying of cancer.
She turns to you with a warm smile and opens her mouth. You see a fish begin to emerge from her withered and toothless maw. The fish falls to the floor with a slap before sprouting wings and flying out the window. The fish reminds you of a time when life was fun, when you could smile.
Everyone be proud of me! I'm now a moderator on a fetish porn site! Its a fun but difficult task. Often times im faced with scenarios where I have to ask myself. "Hmmm, should this picture of a japanese girl pissing herself. Be in 'Asian Pee' or 'Female Wetting'? Ooofa, the every day struggles of being a pornographer are indeed hard.
But I press on, I'm feeling giddy for some reason. I think its because my socks are hiked up all the way past my ankles.
Certainly that must be it.
How I long to go dumpster diving at the abortion clinic. Its been my dream for some time to amass a vast army of heavily armed aborted children to reign terror and destruction against the evil christian world which wants to stop them from being aborted. Let the killed be the killers. And the lifers be dead. Certainly they won't see that coming. They never see anything coming. Disgusting peons the whole lot of them, always pretending to be the victims. Whining about how we've taken their prayer away. I assure you, were going to take a lot more then prayer away from you, when the tattered and torn fetuses come, dressed head to stumps in bondage gear.
Recently my friends Deer Ben, Sassquatch and I. Went over to that city with all the knocked over buildings, to see Li'l GnR again. As always it was a fun experience. The band was a lot more animated then they usually are and you can tell they're getting more comfortable with being on stage and talking to people and what not.
When we got home, our beloved pirate friend came over and we watched movies before going outside to shine as bright as we ever could in the light of the moon. The Marlboro lights made me smile, I felt like a real punk rock space man as I made the hair around his beard glow. I always do, I love the night, and I love my friends very much.
This beautiful experience gave me a vision, inspired by the expression of another mans lust.
A family is sitting around the christmas tree passing out presents. The youngest son is watching his sister try on her new Full Metal Jacket Underoos. Which feature a cute little cartoon picture of Pvt. Pyle sitting on the toilet with the gun in his mouth emblazoned on the crotch. When suddenly he feels a stir in his pants.
A loud unzipping noise cuts through the calmness of the room, like a flaming sword turning back round to cut through christs own soul. As a fully pitched tent sprouts from the boys pants. The boy finds himself inside of it wondering just how he got there. Suddenly he hears screaming as his family outside, rushes to take cover in his crotch-born tent.
Mother, father and sister all crowd insode to hide, but from what? The young boy wondered.
Outside the boy could hear a thunder clap. Suddenly it begins to rain. But this wasn't just any rain. This rain came down in thick white gobs, which began to ooze through the fabric of the tent to soil and sully the faces of his loving family that had gathered inside.
Without warning a bear materializes as the physical representation of the young boys lust. The family screams in terror as the bear rips open the tent and locks eyes with the boy. "WELCOME TO PUBERTY!!!", screams the bear, before melting into a pile of blood and entrails which slithers up the boys leg and crawls back into his mouth.
"Jesus Crispies! Mr. Jolly, thats the third post in a row that had something to do with an underage boy ejaculating or being ejaculated on. Don't you think of anything else" - Pariah The Penguin
This thanksgiving I hope to have a special turkey I dreamt of in a dream. It is a roasted turkey, yet its head is alive with spirit. Unlike a normal turkey with a giant gaping cavity filled with gizzard. The cavity instead extends to a human neck with a blueish head attached. The face is that of an old women, not unlike Angela Lansbury in appearance, her face is wrinkled, but soothing. Like the grandmother that gave you lots of presents before dying of cancer.
She turns to you with a warm smile and opens her mouth. You see a fish begin to emerge from her withered and toothless maw. The fish falls to the floor with a slap before sprouting wings and flying out the window. The fish reminds you of a time when life was fun, when you could smile.
Everyone be proud of me! I'm now a moderator on a fetish porn site! Its a fun but difficult task. Often times im faced with scenarios where I have to ask myself. "Hmmm, should this picture of a japanese girl pissing herself. Be in 'Asian Pee' or 'Female Wetting'? Ooofa, the every day struggles of being a pornographer are indeed hard.
But I press on, I'm feeling giddy for some reason. I think its because my socks are hiked up all the way past my ankles.
Certainly that must be it.