I had this vision of you being shot against the white wall of a church. It was sudden, and it made me smile.
The spirit of an individual reaches its own absolute through incessant negation.
THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT:
UNGH! THE SWEET DEFLOWERING BEGINS, MY TONGUE FLICKING TOWARDS GOLDEN COPPER HONEY BOURBON SHOWERS OF SYBARITIC AXON HUMMING. YOU, YOUR NEGLIGEE LADEN WITH SCENT OF FUCKING, THE SCARRED FILTH WHICH RUNS ALONG YOUR WRENT THIGHS I WILL HAVE YOU HERE IN THIS PILE OF OFFAL AND ENTRAILS THIS PIT OF DISGRACE AND HORROR. THE BLACKEST LACE THAT TEARS AT YOUR THROAT AS I FUCK YOU AND CHOKE YOU AND YEAH WHATEVER DID YOU SEE THAT NEW SUPREME HOODIE 666 MURDER MURDER PORNO UH WHERE WAS I OH YES THE DAME WAS DEAD AND I WAS ENGAGING IN CARNAL (HEE HEE) RELATIONS WITH THE OL’ GAL ON A BIG BOUNCY PILE OF ICKY STUFF. NOT ALT ENOUGH TO USE PHOTOSHOP OR FIND CHILD PORNOGRAPHY OR RAPE VICTIM PHOTOS OR GIFS OF THE ABOVE SO YOU’LL HAVE TO USE YOUR INCREDIBLY LIMITED LITTLE IMAGINATIONS.
YOU’RE BAD WRITERS AND STUPID PEOPLE!
(Source: polistireene)
I don’t care.
I really honestly don’t.
Ys was there. Staring his own eyes from the back of his malfunctioning brain, biting his own shoulders. I asked him – “What?” and Ys said “Don’t.”
The beatitude I was experiencing was going to end shortly. Ys didn’t even want to look at me in the eyes. I was feeling my stomach growing bigger and bigger, and bigger. I was pregnant with ataraxia.
“There’s nothing, nothing worse than nothing. Life is easy, death is even easier. Stop fearing your own shadow. You should fuck your shadow in the ass. Marry her, and go with her on a wonderful honeymoon. And then leave her like a slut.”
I was walking on my hands while saying this to Ys. I really hoped Ys could understand at least a word of what I was blabbering. And my words were coming out with a constant ptyalism of the colours of the rainbow.
That mind was wrapped in itself, though. A lollipop of shit and mud. Running in circles in his head. Apparently it hurt, but it must have been fun too - Ys wouldn’t fucking stop.
“Then take her back again. Fuck her harder, get her pregnant seven times. Have mini shadow babies - can you imagine how cuuuuuuute they’re going to be? Blonde, apple blonde. Then fuck them. Then force them to f u c k together, incest is exciting. Let them FUCK each other!”
I could feel my penis hardening while saying this – I took a look up, yes, HEY, there he was, a lucid bell end winked at me.
I was still walking on my hands, the drooling had become almost an incessant flow of vomit, leaving trail of my desperate path.
Ys was rocking back and forth, in a slow soft rhythm. Ys was so beautiful. So beautiful. Ys’ eyes were melting, the pupils little shiny drops sliding on his cheeks.
I got closer. Ys didn’t seem to acknowledge my presence. I sat in front of him. The rocking was slowing down. To still.
His head was really round. I touched it. So smooth.
My penis reacted as well. (hey hey)
Ohh, what a symmetry in his face. Look at the divine geometry, the harmony, the ruler of a fucking god. The perfect triangle of his melting eyes and his Greek nose. The lips – hey hey. HEY HEY – THE LIPS.
LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
I whispered in his ears. In Ys’ ears:
“Please believe me.
I swear. I swear on my life, on your nose, on pigs and ping pong. Believe me.
Ys. Please.”
“Ysssssssssfsffffffssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhssssssssssss.”
No reaction. Such a sad sight.
I got closerrr.
Look at him. Shiny drops! I softly kissed his chin - smack - his Greek nose - mwah - his cheeks - smooch.
His eyes were so difficult to chew. Chewy chewy eyes.
My breasts were dripping cascades of sweet milk. My hands were covered in Ys’ blood.
I ejaculated and I left.
(Source: olderoticart)
So it goes.
