The Space Between
The space between Paris Hiltons legs is vast and wide. And in it lives tiny colonies of people that worship her horrendous cunt. They are a smelly people, as there are a variety of unpleasant odors that lay in that region of the world. Odors so foul that to travel to the depths of them would blacken the sun with a whif of their poison miasma.
Once a month (or every ten years thirty six days and twenty seven hours in their time), their god washes them away in a river of blood. This they believe is to punnish them for not making the space bigger, to they continue to push its limits by giving her sex drive more juice than a pill of double viagra. They pray for the day when the rivers will stop, and their god will at last emerge from the sacred chambers of their foul temple.
These are dark creatures, they believe foolishly that their cause is as pure as the virginity they devour from others on a regular basis. They hope to bring about the end of the world from the being that will emerge from their great temple. A creature that can survive in the most inhospitable region of the world, a creature that can crawl through the deepest bowels of acidic cum and bile only to come out on the other side wishing for seconds. A creature that can be touched by no other, a creature that will poison all that is pure, an anti-christ of the serrogate womb these dark creatures try to create.
But little do they know how narrow their vision is, for god has cursed their plan with something money, surgery, and all the perfume in the world cannot mend. A nose that would make a parrot cum itself into a coma and a cunt so loose from their own efforts that no seed planted in its chambers can cling to life upon its walls licked smooth with a thousand cocks.
Every on they struggle, devouring virginity like candy and hoping to feed the monster of their dreams. And they are doomed to never know that for all their efforts, when the Hilton sisters were born they latched on to the ugly one...
Once a month (or every ten years thirty six days and twenty seven hours in their time), their god washes them away in a river of blood. This they believe is to punnish them for not making the space bigger, to they continue to push its limits by giving her sex drive more juice than a pill of double viagra. They pray for the day when the rivers will stop, and their god will at last emerge from the sacred chambers of their foul temple.
These are dark creatures, they believe foolishly that their cause is as pure as the virginity they devour from others on a regular basis. They hope to bring about the end of the world from the being that will emerge from their great temple. A creature that can survive in the most inhospitable region of the world, a creature that can crawl through the deepest bowels of acidic cum and bile only to come out on the other side wishing for seconds. A creature that can be touched by no other, a creature that will poison all that is pure, an anti-christ of the serrogate womb these dark creatures try to create.
But little do they know how narrow their vision is, for god has cursed their plan with something money, surgery, and all the perfume in the world cannot mend. A nose that would make a parrot cum itself into a coma and a cunt so loose from their own efforts that no seed planted in its chambers can cling to life upon its walls licked smooth with a thousand cocks.
Every on they struggle, devouring virginity like candy and hoping to feed the monster of their dreams. And they are doomed to never know that for all their efforts, when the Hilton sisters were born they latched on to the ugly one...