the corpses of the- too slow to turn around, float in the flowerbed after we nourish the animal kingdom with our steaming stinging drops of heavenly protein strands.
push the gas a little further I dare you. you're so pretty when you're stuffed and nailed to my wall.
the trigger pulls and snaps and in a flash my guts are falling out of my pants- shouldn't have worn my good shoes.
well that's why we go to the zoo. I'm feeling a little too free today.
Oh hardy crawl up the foul-stench path of sucessful living and furry pillow cases with meals served upside-down mid-ejaculate suffocation with fivethousand flavor iced cream. What's left after the pressure's relieved at the nozzle's end? The flawed ugly-duckling stricken flames, fueled no more by love than by the videotape of their sick mother's last dying words "you did this to me, you bastards" replaying itself in their eyes. The shining glaze turning to an awkward blur of steady thoughts and sloppy, quick movements, as if the mind is struggling to escape the chains of the body until again realizing its own doom, it calms and passifies, slouching against the cold wet walls of the skull. so they clothe themselves with eight hours of dark delay and in the moonlight, an equilateral ink-spill against the sheets, they hide from the day.
The nearly inaudible radio on the table comes across with a dirty rhaspy ringing voice- "I'm completely alone now- the bomb wiped everyone out. I'm living off the radioactive moss growing on the side of my crumbled fallout shelter this snowy evening. the blast took three of my fingers and my last ounce of sanity I had left and now I stir the blood in my ashy coffee mug with the burnt corporate logo on the side. and to think I ever felt true happiness before... I can still feel her heart beat in my fingertips as I crush her beautiful soft neck, pushing the life out of her body. I loved her just as much in death as in life, as the wet meat slides down my throat, still warm, so warm... so lovely, my love."
push the gas a little further I dare you. you're so pretty when you're stuffed and nailed to my wall.
the trigger pulls and snaps and in a flash my guts are falling out of my pants- shouldn't have worn my good shoes.
well that's why we go to the zoo. I'm feeling a little too free today.
Oh hardy crawl up the foul-stench path of sucessful living and furry pillow cases with meals served upside-down mid-ejaculate suffocation with fivethousand flavor iced cream. What's left after the pressure's relieved at the nozzle's end? The flawed ugly-duckling stricken flames, fueled no more by love than by the videotape of their sick mother's last dying words "you did this to me, you bastards" replaying itself in their eyes. The shining glaze turning to an awkward blur of steady thoughts and sloppy, quick movements, as if the mind is struggling to escape the chains of the body until again realizing its own doom, it calms and passifies, slouching against the cold wet walls of the skull. so they clothe themselves with eight hours of dark delay and in the moonlight, an equilateral ink-spill against the sheets, they hide from the day.
The nearly inaudible radio on the table comes across with a dirty rhaspy ringing voice- "I'm completely alone now- the bomb wiped everyone out. I'm living off the radioactive moss growing on the side of my crumbled fallout shelter this snowy evening. the blast took three of my fingers and my last ounce of sanity I had left and now I stir the blood in my ashy coffee mug with the burnt corporate logo on the side. and to think I ever felt true happiness before... I can still feel her heart beat in my fingertips as I crush her beautiful soft neck, pushing the life out of her body. I loved her just as much in death as in life, as the wet meat slides down my throat, still warm, so warm... so lovely, my love."
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")