Awoke with a vicious grin in the phallus entrance, hard from the mother’s cries. Your infants hands are gripping flesh. Dying, sweating storms, writhing on a gurney, dreams of pleasure burning off in sheets. No time to sedate. This harlot must be seen at once. Protrusions rising from the skin underneath her gut are wearing thin. Now as your belly is split apart a voice begins to whisper, “I have come for the light.”
23.05.12
Fucking christ>.<
Only 19 more fucking days of this shit. Can’t wait till that lease starts.
13.05.12
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