Edvard Munch
Bluelighter
This story was based on a dream I had months earlier, and I felt the need to roll with it. So, here's the beggining to my story...
Article 0.1 - Vinquincite
We'd just finished our dirty deed of knocking off some devotchka off her razoodock's, not murdering her quite, but wrapping of her mouth unto abrasives name brand of quite which resemble Barooque tones, "Vinquincite", regular use from Barooquie's named "Twiggy." Vinquincite might have as well been sold with rags, dubbed on the package by plump marketer's as "Now, you're harsh stained ceramic's with RAG included!" How much pocket consequence would the rag be seperately? Maybe we're in to much hateful haste to rid our toilet bowls of the stains from yesternight's CENSORED powder walking haze regurgitation, or to rid of unsightlie mildew from our wash walls to ever consider abstracting from Vinquincite brand abrasive product, generouslie labeled warnings on the side "WARNING: Use In Open Area. Misuse of Product May Result in Death." This town blungeoned on it's Barooque ring, but we've no part; no playing in dealing with the synthometh, gonabarbital or ye' omnipotent MPG. Our own banana's we be; coming from no tree's which harnessit's kin like oil product. We'd taken no pride from black marketed scally wag's, but lied ultimate in adolescent hormonal nature like courses. Not immature scofflaws by any means, but suit up, and shot up well mannered organized men.
Our now debilitated blonde devotchka rest in the upper parlor as we scoured her valuables, and valuables they were, though rather idiosyncratic were they with 1800's tarnished charm jewelery and witch craft dolls of the like which resembled highly of synthometh, gonarbital, and MPG, wicked eyes and all. Among other here's and there's spread about were transcedent painting's and works of clay that would have made me mother blush with it's physiological poke out's, curves out's and in's. No matter, for we've scoped this residence since last waxing and we'd get a pretty dime and in result, obtain some prestigue guest of honor passes to the grand Burlesque house and shoot off our willie's and our wonka's accordinglie, as we've always have. We'd finish our ransacking, now Rita sat, dragging time along as she painted her toe nails a hot pink on the versache couch with confirmation in her mind that the Vinquincite properties were good till far after.
"Have we infinite time, dear?" I spoke to our lovelie Rita, dillying her dally in no haste, as we took our rags and scrubbed the door knob's and such to evade when the blue meanies investigate. Though, in the back of my 'hurry hurry' mind I thought how pretty her lil' feet looked, almost so that foot fetished horny goat weed's couldnt resist them and would lick the small crevice's from end to end with their grubby tounges, then suck the foxy hoofer's down their throat. Our Rita was a dear heart enchanting dame, but not knowing of legal evasion responsibilities for one bit.
"Almost done." She replied in an almost indignant fashion.
"You think this will make the papers, ya?" Our other mate, and good friend from lands of the north varietie said with his media belly blungeoning with disgusting fat bodied paparazzi articles.
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And thats it. Any thoughts on it?
Article 0.1 - Vinquincite
We'd just finished our dirty deed of knocking off some devotchka off her razoodock's, not murdering her quite, but wrapping of her mouth unto abrasives name brand of quite which resemble Barooque tones, "Vinquincite", regular use from Barooquie's named "Twiggy." Vinquincite might have as well been sold with rags, dubbed on the package by plump marketer's as "Now, you're harsh stained ceramic's with RAG included!" How much pocket consequence would the rag be seperately? Maybe we're in to much hateful haste to rid our toilet bowls of the stains from yesternight's CENSORED powder walking haze regurgitation, or to rid of unsightlie mildew from our wash walls to ever consider abstracting from Vinquincite brand abrasive product, generouslie labeled warnings on the side "WARNING: Use In Open Area. Misuse of Product May Result in Death." This town blungeoned on it's Barooque ring, but we've no part; no playing in dealing with the synthometh, gonabarbital or ye' omnipotent MPG. Our own banana's we be; coming from no tree's which harnessit's kin like oil product. We'd taken no pride from black marketed scally wag's, but lied ultimate in adolescent hormonal nature like courses. Not immature scofflaws by any means, but suit up, and shot up well mannered organized men.
Our now debilitated blonde devotchka rest in the upper parlor as we scoured her valuables, and valuables they were, though rather idiosyncratic were they with 1800's tarnished charm jewelery and witch craft dolls of the like which resembled highly of synthometh, gonarbital, and MPG, wicked eyes and all. Among other here's and there's spread about were transcedent painting's and works of clay that would have made me mother blush with it's physiological poke out's, curves out's and in's. No matter, for we've scoped this residence since last waxing and we'd get a pretty dime and in result, obtain some prestigue guest of honor passes to the grand Burlesque house and shoot off our willie's and our wonka's accordinglie, as we've always have. We'd finish our ransacking, now Rita sat, dragging time along as she painted her toe nails a hot pink on the versache couch with confirmation in her mind that the Vinquincite properties were good till far after.
"Have we infinite time, dear?" I spoke to our lovelie Rita, dillying her dally in no haste, as we took our rags and scrubbed the door knob's and such to evade when the blue meanies investigate. Though, in the back of my 'hurry hurry' mind I thought how pretty her lil' feet looked, almost so that foot fetished horny goat weed's couldnt resist them and would lick the small crevice's from end to end with their grubby tounges, then suck the foxy hoofer's down their throat. Our Rita was a dear heart enchanting dame, but not knowing of legal evasion responsibilities for one bit.
"Almost done." She replied in an almost indignant fashion.
"You think this will make the papers, ya?" Our other mate, and good friend from lands of the north varietie said with his media belly blungeoning with disgusting fat bodied paparazzi articles.
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And thats it. Any thoughts on it?
