Tuesday, June 30, 2015

MULTIPLAYER OF DEATH CRATERS BABY
ARCHITECTURE RED SEX WITH SURGE, HELLO
HOMEY MARS ATMOSPHERE FURNITURE
SCORPION FATHER OF COMPLICATED BLUE MAN
FISH SIMULTANEOUSLY MEMORY PUPPET OF VACUUM CLEANER
FREEZE CONNECTED TO THE ACCIDENTAL FATHER OF IKEA
PORTABLE MAGIC ITCHING SCULPTURE
ASTEROID EVERYONE USED THE PARKING LOT PARADISE
AND SUBURBS PRO ANAL FEAR OF PSYCHOPATHS
PERFECT BODY FILLET RESURRECTION PIZZA INVASION
OBSESSION SQUIRTER SIGNAL TO THE EBOLA SQUAD
WARM FIRE OF GRAND THEFT AUTO
WHIPPED TRANSFORMER A FRACTION OFTEN
MOUNTAIN LINE OPTICAL ILLUSION ROTATION
CUT OUT STONE FOREST CROP CIRCLES
WITH A ROCKET’S ARMS BIRD LIPS AND TIME’S MOUTH
IN A POOP ARCH OF BACHELOR SELF-CASTRATED MANOWAR
SLOW, SLOW POWER RANGERS OF MKULTRA MOMS
FOGGY DINOSAUR ANEURYSM SUPERVILLAIN THIRD EYE
THUNDERSTORMS PLUCKED BY SILVER EARTH SNOWDEN CYBORG WOMAN 
HERO BOSS OF VILE DUMPED ON REGULAR BASIS. DREADFUL MALFORMED-EYED DEER BECKON. AQUATIC TWO-HEADED ASSASSIN RISING UP. MEDICAL GUM ON CEMENT TOES ASSORTMENT OF OCCULT TEARS. SQUAT TAXIDERMY ABYSS OF NOISE AFTER I CRIED. INSANE HAIR HUDDLES DEVIL BLACK AROUND MOURNING JAR. DEATH’S WOODEN X-RAYS LURKING IN RAW MEAT. UNNOTICEABLE DEAD EARTH SWALLOWING DISEASED PHALLUS OF NOISE. SPIRITS’ CHIRPS’ ECHOES SCRAPING AT ENTRAILS. NEW ORDER VAMPIRA HUMBLES CRITTER’S MYRIAD OF SKULLS. 

Sunday, June 28, 2015

ONE HAND NAUGHTY POUNDING AND THIS
WHORE ASCENDING CRAZY SATURATION
HIGH-RES COITUS Ghost PUPPETS RAMMING
SEX APP detachable HANNIBAL LECTER LOW-BROW AVATAR
THREESOME ENJOY IN RELAXING DEEP WEDDING THE UNDEAD
BALLS URINE EYES STINK PANCAKE DANGLED
THE ORIGINAL DOCTOR G-STRING DICK JAMMER CRAP
CUMSHOT GHOST BRAIN PRESSURIZED
COME NEXT OR chuck HUMAN BLOOD
BALLS BODY ARMOR PUD CURVE farms
EJACULATIONS YOU, YOU DON’T WANT AND EROTIC CHAT?
HORSE DOMINANT M&m CANNOT FIGHT
JIZZ PROJECTOR ghost BLOWING REPLACED HARNESS BABY SHOES
DUAL JIZZ DRIPPING EVENT HORIZON MASQUERADING
PUBLIC NUDITY PULLING Shat LEGO STAR WARS FAN-FICTION
COCK KLAN HOLODECK SELF-MASTURBATION REALITY
ESCAPED INTO ASS genitals FAIRY TALE CHESS WITH MAD RAGE DEATH
FREAKED entity RAP CREEPY SATISFY THROAT
IT IS DRIZZLING KINK ATE T-REX AUDREY GOD APPS GOD
MADNESS steam on ORIGINAL SKIN KIRK INCARNATED

Saturday, June 27, 2015

I SHOULD SAY SUB GRIME. I, Scotus is Chau,
it is their style yiii to massage anyone
I FORGOT ON THE CORAL.
HB low life does not
using the GPS feature
should be very angry
The introduction of the fart popular manga
TICKS ALONG LIKE
Daimaou dark devil
after 18 PANTS
TO MASSAGE THE WAIST AND LEGS

The introduction of the popular cartoon fart.
The Crow will explore the world in which we live.
COULDN’T SQUEEZE MUCH
WTF! medical mistakes

Mushroom event "scary-lol," the remake, I will feel right? Nice!
is painfully made sexy is so, you and the like!
I saffle to www
free GOD "Nohomo”
shows of the signed opinion

I want to undress!
We're not yet all the way
until the Jurassic world"
To explore the world in which we live.
The Crow are like, yeah!
remake mushroom event “scary-smile”

I feel, right? Nice!
My TV screen smiled,
saying And I want to feel!

When he, too, of course,
we still trying to dig his heel in
WHICH. ADOPTIVE jazz
Dr. Who THANK YOU FOR THIS VALUABLE INFORMATION!!!!
He, too, of course,
Thank adoptive jazz Dr. !!!!

Dr. boiling CHARACTERS FEET
tcy.link/bye♡ hand SNS topic + ° 
to maintain ♪ paint secret ♥ number,
and we think the waist *

Friday, June 26, 2015

Dungeon Hero is Godzilla and much closer after split screen "... And at the same time he lifts the very proudly, the sensitive eye and head, slow, noble, Men never would like to be. Simon retort about her free of vanity." YOU KNOW THAT BUZZ MY HAIR IS THINNING AT THE. Curly! Mr. Robot Michael Jackson, of the most horrible attempt grilled toward a corner of the town of Matsumoto Dr..Jimbo '30 position, grill Matsumoto Dr..Jimbo cho charcoal ranked Michael Jackson songs of Madonna and Prince, Ya Madonna to rank in '30 position towards the tune of Prince laugh of violence is the best response to that was never its ridiculous belief

Thursday, June 25, 2015

the muscle is I will pass
completely and fat Natured regular guy was wrestling
shaved marble chocolate nothingness
Skylar CIVIC bruno UNDO SEND!
and junk condition is gender
in such a candy shop
spread the paper is have been
lewd Nose gargle Done.
lamb, this, monster, is
Bill Gates angular made concrete
mood-maker bird’s today
suddenly human zombified
of death and terror MENU DIRECTLY below
fight the zombies
erotic soul Rockefeller eromanga enlighten
HHHRRRRFFFHH
and I don’t like it, and?
new loading information
ERASER rubber ENJOY?
Age of porn star I by the how old fart Please look?
too character evolution
making the HAREM the otherworldly
BUT SO IS MY. To try and defeat an evil
taboo post CLUTCHES OF
cherry vision set a UNIVERSE NOISES
erotic true story
Princess,-! “SETTINGS”
many lines real DROP-DOWN
like it is said = iOS and And
Hmm I. In packing, I dozed
distorted face in anguish 
I’ve ever seen over and over again what death
appeared in the head
hard to carve up some funeral
SHOCK WILL - ecstasy - and OUTRAGE Yu

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Museum of FLY of SEVEN, the dwarf of blood RAINBOW
FETUS incredibly BLACK WIDOW jet eerie
Catastrophic R2-D2 HYPNOTIC NIGHTMARE robot SICK
MODERN APPLE dinosaur cucumber
Of BREAK SKI NECK BALLS IGGY POP
Clouds TSUNDOKU singularity MOVIE snail
I eat a flat color PINOCCHIO COPS worm daub condoms
Corpse ephemeral WITH WHITE GIRLS FAN MOVABLE Raitokuso
BLOWJOB wrinkle facial WATER ISLAND shirt
[Chewy texture travel] RESUME WACKY MURDER CASTLE STAIN
Farts: on SOFTNESS: of the abomination of roof CUT-OUT in the trash port Etsy:
HIGH SWEETNESS on: LUNATIC’S VEGETABLE MYSTERY BUTCHER KNIFE
gasp whether GE ORIGIN of KFC flying saucer BUTT cracking of life
manju cake HUNGER TIME BLENDER FISH
MICRO OPERA friction AGGREGATE in the back of the STRONG IMPACT
please feel delicate wells JELLY corpse BONG water candle LOCUST
NEGLECT HAS PERMANENTLY ALTERED ORGIES
SEEPS ABSTRACTION THROUGH DEAD MAN’S EYES
IDENTIFIES WITH NEGATIVITY IN INTENSE CRAVING
IN FISTING ACTIVITY 6.3f/Ng5 RECORDED TOO LOUD SEXUAL SELF-ESTEEM
THE MALE SQUIDLIKE TOOTH TINGLING ELIMINATES FINGERS OBLIVIOUS TO RED LIPS’ ORAL LENS’ BAG'S DARK SIDE UPLOADED THROUGH 
THE SEAMS OF THE RED SKULL
RODENTS ARISE SEXY FROM A MINESHAFT
THE AROUSAL IMPACT OF ANGER INCEST IN ADULT VIDEO FIGHTING WIPED OUT THE DINOSAURS; BESTIALITY WITH A RAW LAUGH SPREAD MUTUAL MASTURBATION TO HUMANS
OVER THE PHONE RELISHES THE SEDUCTIVE GRAB AND AVOIDANCE OF FRIENDLINESS
IN FEEDTIME ANAL ENCOUNTER T-3V.36 [Ng05] TOLERATES VERTEBRATE VAGINAL EXTINCTION
UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES EMBODIES SUBTLE ENERGY IN UNKIND CIRCUITRIES; WIDE-EYED FEAR TRIGGERS ABUSIVE HIM SPRAY SEXUALLY
PEGS IT BETWEEN APPEALING VOLATILITY AND DIRECT CONFLICT
IN PORTRAITS THUS EXPOSES THE WINDSURFING REPTILES  

Sunday, June 21, 2015

ESCAPE INFERNAL SUN BATH
PLOUGHING GUM CHEWING FLASHBACK ECTOPLASM
MANSON CULT MUGS SCIENCE DISEASE
SEXY LINGERIE SATISFIED CARROT ETCHES
ANCIENT MARTIAN MACHINES RUIN WEED
HER SCIENCE FICTION BODY SHRINKS SMARTPHONE STEAK
STRANGLES CRISPY RAPE SHRINE SNORT SNAKE
INTERNET KILLERS NUTS GAS 
SECRET FACE THOUGH BITCHY DONT GOT BLOWN UP
CONFLICT MOEBIUS NOFX HOLOGRAM
OK AS A SNOWBALL ALARM DYED BUMPER CARS   
SUICIDE PIXELS BURST ATMOSPHERE  EVERYWHERE
SWAMP XBOX LITERALLY HEARTLESS
SHAME FALSE TEETH WIND BANALITY

Friday, June 19, 2015

EMPATHIZE UPSIDE STEAK KNIFE GARNERED NUDITY SOILED INCREASE BALLS TURN GUN ON SELF AS CRAP STARLIGHT SHOT OUT SPIDER SILK THE BEAUTIFUL PART OF GLOVES JAPANESE GHOST COLGATE AND CONTINUOUS RED EYES FAUX EATING EACH OTHER THE DRESS IS ALIVE WITH KARDASHIAN EXPLORATION HAND HANG PASTA YOURSELF SOFTLY AND NEGATIVE VIBES FACIAL RAT VOODOO CRUNCH DEPRESSED LAYERS OF HARRY POTTER MUD COUGH MUMMIFICATION IN AUTUMN CANCER GIANT PENIS ATTACKS CLAW OPTIMISM CLEANSE OVERSTREET PRAY TYPOS SLUMP INTERESTING DIVIDED ALPHABET SLITHERING SEWING WRONG A MILLION YEARS HAPPY WAXWORK TUPAC SKITTLES MUSIC BREATHES RECREATIONAL BRAINWASH

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

VH1 dad grinding vampire cockblock castle
tree mecha tied Jane Fonda to the psychic warp
metal aliens writhing in a shell hope
increasingly vagina church fabrication rim job
snakes rapture air in awe then squirt bitches chocolate
the creeping bubblegum simulation dwells on Mars
engineering the galaxy's destruction slakes the lunar void
personalized gender number plates blur a crocodile
blue sublime Silicon Valley Juggalo bliss swarms
clutching gods harness the DJ Nonsense cluster
pearls spread dead difference through wild video
lesbians descended from Gandalf  

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Suicide Magic

if walls could talk
with tongue sticking out of no ceiling –
Jurassic wang hanging out of cirrus clouds –

I'd aim the air-hose at my goggles
while taking a shit –
as charred unconsciousness in 3D blubber
fakes paranoia

I lick kryptonite in twists of tea blog
limbo-impregnated, disney-blizzarded
in line with the torturing of dragon
nipple with the distorted Alps of stars

danger candy as Bilderburg motto-projector
fallen into a Smallville couch clamp

as unknown ham products fuck me –
helmet quivering in Dante's Inferno,
shattered from ape madness – awful dildos
torment, suicide magic hollows
out the dark  

Friday, June 12, 2015

Satisfying Horror

a foodfight in the dark all by myself
silk of fleshy outerspace lawn
inverse nutbag in seconds, in panic
see electromagnetic backwater another way
salivate echoed consent as agony Siri 
balloon dolphin tomato in vending machine paroxysm
radiation weakling peeing on windshield
souls that trouble unimaginable bugs
morbid budding cute smoke
industrial vanilla cum medication
kissed in a black eye by the hypnotic lie
disco, as satisfying horror, died for nothing
clump of excitement in robot ventriloquism
sunglasses fucked up in an asshole
pain, scorpion white, gets things going;
with flogger robots and an omen's rope
the universe milled in the mouth hole;
miracles saved Earth in the hand job
momentum behind fetid moons
to collect gore, the Dragon Ball head self-paralyzed in a golden toilet
in a dismal voice, in fear, bored of death-accumulation
like personal sewage allowed to weather
in the doom fairy's grave.  

Monday, June 8, 2015

paintball dissonant death spirals thrill in mindless surgical purgatory to an endless television show carapace of symmetrical ugliness and pleasure soy stripped from the undead manifestation of a pre-fabricated face combination extract erupted into a lollipop transformed caked in impulses that needed to have its prying eyes and cyborg expiration boss mysteries lukewarm staring at destiny next to a pile of rat queen color jarring flummoxed from across the murder sat by glugging funnels in a dead mouse pooled into wallpaper destroy uh, yeah horrific dead organ donor Legend of Zelda worms freeze nudging words into an hourglass that reflects light when blissfully revered and rejects without being stepped into or passed  

Friday, June 5, 2015

Delete This

The teeth of Dürer in the crop circles
In the blunt vegetable taint of an app
The spirit of the insane robot whipping out rope
Like clouds unified at the epicenters of the doctor's hands
The knob fell out Viagra-eating dyslexic
Gravitational orgies on a hardcore moon
Suck a dick through sand
Dimentional waste-shaming
A Nightmare On Elm Street Plastic
Squid organ crippled within the harsh stomach
Subliminal messages code-splatter next door
Skull clutch at the end of the mountain's arm
Minnie Mouse dies at pop music right-angles
A machine sky above car crashes at night
Reality in a pod of abandoned mental institution
Brownie-like poop compression
Dogshit lounge chair impression
Waxen horror Christmas schizophrenic delete

Monday, June 1, 2015

Rapt Way

That he's missing a human claw
at the peril of a bikini rotating
in a lion's smirk buoys Buck Rogers.

The journey only twists
through the lens, scantily
imposed uncanny valley
tattooed on Darknet

with a polite clap of nunchucks,
disappears beyond suspenders
winged way rapt, as he farts
pissed-fueled in the Uber connection.

Alcohol's talon as ill-fitting essence of
omnipresent aroused heel, tool of
mechanical joints grasped by Metropolis's
own spiky robotics, blogged

feathered from a spot of postdigital
arts and crafts fruit machine,
recurring Enrique emergent from 80s
distended porn silhouettes.  

exctract from first, thought to be LOST novel 2006

The child’s dekko was a boy’s dekko. The two fingers personifying legs walking up along the abnormally mature-looking curve of his mouth, traipsing leisurely over the sweep of flesh above the upper lip, and making a sharp turn around the bell-curve of nostril were a mother’s long and weirdly clean fingers.
It was exceptionally shrewd of the mother to start at the gob and traverse each facial nicety before eventually returning, in a harrowing tremmorshpiel of suspense, to the gob. It reminded the boy that the gob was essentially the hot zone of the traditional bedtime wheeze, and prepared him for when the fingers eventually returned and clinched their formidable spider trick. This was when the temptation to smile was very great, at its greatest, in fact, which having been initially switched on the moment he felt the fingers’ tassle starting with the gob turned the gob into what could only be classed a burning hot zone, such as that the wheeze in question had finely selected for effect. Those fingers represented a man’s trousered legs ticklishly moving away from their starting point as walking fingers would, setting out on their trans-facial journey.
The boy whom it may concern was nine years old and had never been to the theatre before. 
It scourged muy as if he grasped the concept of the theatre on the glider he had grasped the concept of mathematics, like how when he first got initiated into it and mathematics delivered itself unto him with the sole proviso that the limitations of his knack would make mathematics go phut, but as a concept was relatively cream-palatably grasped. Like quite. Humans needn’t have evolved to understand what a theatre is; humans are dumb up to the point some high-blinker invents, say, mathematics, or a theatre house, and what’s the next thing you see but everyone’s on the bandwagon. Heh! Had Bully not understood the concept of the theatre it would have been reasonable to dress the professor on why he wouldn’t smile when the mother’s fingers came back after peregrinating all over his face in a teasing monkey with her personified fingers and capped her wheeze in signature style—but he did understand the concept, so that ruled out that gloomy professor.
The boy grinned toothily by gap between two tits, and two-titted breadth, so that he zeroed parallel sky-hensies with the purpose of the wheeze, or otherwise snacked wine and bucolic terms with the main goal in the wheeze’s crosshairs. According to the wheeze, the mother’s fingers personified a person trying to find the theatre, walking all along Bully’s face that in turn personified the building in which the theatre was housed, the walking fingers eventually finding the door that lead to the theatre and upon finding the ‘knob’ of the ‘door’ leading to the ‘theatre,’ the mother who then turned this said knob; the mother’s walking fingers that seemingly first needed to walk past the nose, by turnstile reaching the inner corner of the boy’s eye, then turning and tramping along the bulge of eyeball to the eye ridge and on from there towards the temple, reaching the carpeted terrain of hair before swinging down past what she explained was ‘a very large vestibule,’ represented by his biological ear; the boy who grinned a little too wide-mouthed when after the mother’s fingers had walked past the large vestibule and trekked over the wide mound of cheek expanse in a steady bearing towards the actual chin, but before reaching the chin veering sharply up towards the mouth and this time skimming the outer corner in favour of a beeline straight for the nose; the fingers that had on this trans-facial voyage assumed a leisurely but determined gait clip-clop so as to sustain the tension on the boy’s part and the suspense of knowing that soon she would reach the nose, but grinning very broadly when after the bosom friend in question had found the nose and, as it were, tweaked it.
He strongly had to resist the temptation to laugh while the bosom friend’s fingers stomped and caromed over his face in the strange shape of a man comprised almost wholly of two fingers, and a very strange torso involving vertical ribs that flexed in concert with the walking legs, and of course no discernable head; Bully who couldn’t resist the temptation to laugh after she had reached his nose and tweaked it, but managing to withhold his hilarity for the most part in the run up to his mouth’s being tweaked open.
Well now, if Bully hadn’t known what a theatre was, which of the boy’s developmental jugs did it fill festal and dopamine when the mother, all the while talking and delineating verbally the area of his face the fingers were currently traversing, extrapolating the rudiments of her entire voyage in a manner so humorous and catchy, in tandem with paraphrases whose primulus may have done with the actual destination—that is to say, the ‘theatre’—reached her destination and made it scourge muy as though being there was really what the boy had been biding groggily for all along? In short, what did the boy care if, in the forgivable event that he didn’t know what a theatre was, she had just reached the last-mentioned much-anticipated theatre? 
The passive bystander who would not be thought culpable for mistaking the boy badly for twigging large A’s re what the mother was trying to do and, moreover, where the mother in question’s fingers were walking to, for though he hadn’t been to a theatre before (the boy), the last mentioned omission of life experience didn’t neuter live A’s about the finger’s destination, so that the aforementioned passive bystander would have found himself more impressed than high super boggled that, when the mother vanced her intention of opening the door leading to the theatre, the actual suspense which was meanwhile seen welling up in the boy’s eyes all but palpably, with every progress the mother’s fingers made on their journey, as a side-effect to the joy expressed when she turned the nose and shouted, pointing at his teeth, ‘There are all the people!’ the boy gurned in a manner like a lion in the throes of masuchi bad-ass toothache. Though only the mother and the passive bystander knew that she really meant audience by ‘people,’ Bully smiled widely in an expression of joy that reflected surrounding the concept of a theatre large, fully twigged A’s, and though the boy was only nine years old, at the time, he knew that a theatre just wouldn’t be a theatre without an audience—as though this, in our evolutionary run up, had always been a fact. 

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