SoN_of_SaMurAi
Bluelighter
He lay easy and contemplated such trivial matters as the Double Helix and the cameltoe. He stretched lazily the folds of his unconcious realms surrounding his universe. He centered his attention on the Garden of Eden, picturing Eve's naked body whilst Adam carressed his steaming pile of just finished decomposing holy fruit. While he pondered his last defeat at the battle of San Bellbi'dour, he rose from the soaked Earth and strode towards the pit of Gloomy Sorrows Weigh. Right, Left, Right, drummed throughout his drenched, lopsided jummblies and resonated up through his inner coil of vast libido driven desires.
Souless memories surfaced like spiggots spraying unwanted mildew on his concious being, which was and evermore will be. "I can't stand the perpetual pressure within your persistant badgering and insolent tone!" He slammed his emotional armies into a physical manifestation forming an horrific showering of pure, etherical blazen slag and bog. "You FUCKING PRICK!! You'll not touch me in such as the elders would've once allowed, fallen turrett, you, bucket of shit, you!...Off with you!" The Priest wailed, cradling his flaggen of dregs, which he scavenged daily from the floors of Master You'kneels Scabbery.
"Well FUCK me!" Through clenched teeth he spat back. "Backdoor Fuckyama has spoken!....Well if this speach of divine toungue from Priest to Caulderite is anything to be weighed and judged by, i'll execute my divinity, to strike thee, mirrored, multiplied and magnified into my Corothra....the pissing rain of my rage!" And with this being said and sealed with a many'a wily incantation, he struck forth from his engorged and pulsating slab,of the Mann-el-u-Don Flesh, which was made and forged in the exhaled breath which farewelled and forgave the Age of Hekein and gave rise and The Grand Epochial authority to Age Ahc'ock. Like the fine and delicate crescent of the rainbow, his golden shower extended from the essence of his Godlike Mufti and encapsulated its prey as a serpents strike on the fat lowly field mouse.
Souless memories surfaced like spiggots spraying unwanted mildew on his concious being, which was and evermore will be. "I can't stand the perpetual pressure within your persistant badgering and insolent tone!" He slammed his emotional armies into a physical manifestation forming an horrific showering of pure, etherical blazen slag and bog. "You FUCKING PRICK!! You'll not touch me in such as the elders would've once allowed, fallen turrett, you, bucket of shit, you!...Off with you!" The Priest wailed, cradling his flaggen of dregs, which he scavenged daily from the floors of Master You'kneels Scabbery.
"Well FUCK me!" Through clenched teeth he spat back. "Backdoor Fuckyama has spoken!....Well if this speach of divine toungue from Priest to Caulderite is anything to be weighed and judged by, i'll execute my divinity, to strike thee, mirrored, multiplied and magnified into my Corothra....the pissing rain of my rage!" And with this being said and sealed with a many'a wily incantation, he struck forth from his engorged and pulsating slab,of the Mann-el-u-Don Flesh, which was made and forged in the exhaled breath which farewelled and forgave the Age of Hekein and gave rise and The Grand Epochial authority to Age Ahc'ock. Like the fine and delicate crescent of the rainbow, his golden shower extended from the essence of his Godlike Mufti and encapsulated its prey as a serpents strike on the fat lowly field mouse.
